𝓦𝓱𝓸 𝓐𝓡𝓔 𝓨𝓸𝓾? ~ 𝓟𝓸𝓮𝓶
by - br33zzz <3
Who ARE you?
Are you the way your mother scolds and screams at you when you’ve
shattered the cookie jar?
It falling off of that shelf that surpasses you but not your father.
Are you the over-seasoned, burnt, and brittle food which she cooks.
You scowl at it while she serves it to you on a plate,
but you still gobble every bite.
Are you the knots your father leaves in your hair?
When tugging and pulling on the strands.
As you grow taller and taller and taller.
Soon YOU surpass the shelf and are now at your father’s height.
You look down while skywards and see yourself.
Minuscule, innocent, dirty and scuffed knees from playing in the dirt.
You look down, from your father’s height and see broken glass surrounding
a child’s fragile skin. Skin that if you saw harmed,
would make you weep,
like angels in heaven watching you commit a sin.
You look down, from your father’s height and see a mother. Whom
through the pitch black smog of hard labor cannot see the over-seasoned,
burnt, and brittle food which she cooks.
You look down, from your father’s height and see a little girl
Who retreats to her room, clings to her pillow and cries.
Her hair is kinky and rough, filled with
texture and culture unlike the other little girls at school.
So, her father patiently combs through her curls as she sits on the living room floor
And he will not leave until her hair is fetching, delightful and charming like the other girls.
You look down, from your father’s height and see
A father and a mother. Who would go hungry giving every
crumb on their plate to their daughter.
Whom would rip themselves open, to get a gold necklace tangled around their heart
For their child if she thought it was pretty.
To see her smile, to hear her laughter, sews them back together again.
And fills their bellies with nourishment.