Lessons From My Daughter
…adults, to be kind to themselves, choose disbelief.
Choose not to hear, while children, brave their worst fears.
…adults, to be kind to themselves, choose disbelief.
Choose not to hear, while children, brave their worst fears.
with their husbands names,
hidden under their teeth…
. To know, that that act was possible, and in plain view of other human beings, has broken me in ways that I’m yet to learn how to express.
In our ideology of morality,
Silence is the right answer.
Bite your tongue, until it
bleeds iron tasting kisses, onto him.
I’m here. To sing a song of strength Of which history bears testament. Here to speak up and be present, The evidence of her resilience. I’m here to chop down the tree, Whose seed, I wasn’t in time to bite, To eat, so it would never have sprouted. Here to kill the tree,…
But then again, life does go on. So it may not be as serious as it seems. She may not see or breath again, but the dust she leaves will catch sun beams. Her name’s not on a headline, she isn’t famous, or important. She’s beautiful, she catches stares, but then again, there are…