You saw me crying but couldn’t stop. It’s okay, you won’t hurt me, you always said. We struggled, as I tried to get you off
She is ten, already suspicious of answers They say poverty, a word sounding like weather Like something that simply passes But her parents did not
It’s not daily that you get nostalgic when a random occurrence triggers your childhood memories. It could be a favorite meal that your mom prepared
As the day passes by, I watch the fruits you bore into this world, Turn sour in your hands. Everyday, I watch the gemstones in
Truthfully, I have been lying to myself every day, Ever since the day I knew what lying was. I am not anything special, I will
I have called on you countless times, But you haven’t responded. Called on you in the face of danger, But you turned your back and
I was a child, Seeking the guidance and warmth, That only a mother could give, But all I got was the cold stare of religious
No matter what I tried to do for or with them, The way they saw me never changed, Not even when I made them smile
Her orbs were always bloodshot. In their depths hid suffering, In them flickered despair, That even destiny couldn’t do away with, There was a dim
The hits that never stopped coming, The attacks that always lingered, The hurt that stayed so damn long, The pain that left internal scars, The