Love is overrated,
I recall beatings when I think of love,
Flashback to invasions that crawled into a shove
Every slap sounded off with I love you
Every resent alluded the I made you
Love and hate were identical,
At least hate was honest,
He had no coverage,
Having a roof was the least of my worries
Will I make it to the next hour,
I rather lack food than live in my series
A punching bag for my family
Can I call them family;
I mean calamity.
Neighbors believed my wounds were adolescent
Textbook trouble child, the double life of a Peasant
Detachment is my most potent skill
Growing up – I learned protection was a bill
Parents, folks who are cursed and burdened
Children, the consequences of wicked lives shortened
Anger was a greeting in my household
Laughter was a crime that resulted in twofold
Please keep the water,
Life is unfair;
Deserving life, some get manslaughter
The world is mesmerized with love,
Love is the action of pain without a glove,
L o v e is sour,
Love is a mask many wear until the hour,
I no longer know sadness,
Or maybe I do; I call it calmness,
I no longer have expectations,
I lack sympathy for despair and generations,
Say I need healing,
I chuckle; words can’t explain my dealing,
My past was always kneeling,
I vowed to protect her by never searching for meaning
