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Poetry
Estrangement - Part I Someday I will be able to walk down the streetand your names will be forgotten to me. Who you were and what you did will slowly begin to mean nothing fading into obscurity, just like you. Total freedom will be bestowed to me for surviving the years of emotional torment endured simply because I was your daughter and didn’t know any better. Now I understand so much more. All those open doors that shoulda been closed. All those times you wanted more from me than I felt comfortable to give. Yelling at me because I refused to give you a kiss. Laying guilt trips. That’s what you both always did best. Invading my life, Thinking you have the right to walk all over me like I am the damn ground beneath your feet. Been doing it so long, you might not even be aware. No matter, I’m not your babygirl anymore. You can’t raise that belt up to me and expect me to shrink back in terror. You step up to me and You better be ready to party. Because the last thing you’re expecting will be the first thing I throw at ya. Now time has taken years away. You thought you could get your claws into my daughter and warp her mind. Perpetuate the craziness that I’ve spent my life running from? Oh hell no, not on my time. Sooner lose it all then let you influence her. I know, heard it all before. Supposed to respect ya because you’re the parents. Be loyal to the family because where are you at Without ‘em? This societal myth we fool ourselves with. Now I understand, It’s just blood. So here I stand and I find myself parentless. And for a moment, I stop to ask, How do I feel? Goddamn…. I finally feel sane. By Mara McWilliams Please note: |
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