Newton’s 3rd law of motion

You tasted sweeter thighs outside holy vows
I watched you turn love into blue eyes and praying souls
I saw boys become men and a woman becoming a strong man
It was when you married death and I declared you dead
I am the fruit of your seed and the reason why I’m bothered
I don’t have to wear your name but I pity my brothers
I can’t ignore your existence cause your features feature in physique
How do I embrace the love of a father from our resemblance?
There are no hints of you in my mother’s gentle spirit
Newton’s 3rd law of motion, that’s the conception of my birth
From the raging waves of your abusive hands, miracles were born
The silenced smiles danced into laughter and our home chanted
In the absence of your role, I learnt to model love into its unconditional state
Free of judgment and satisfied with truth
Which eradicates in order to reinstate
From a raped childhood to a nurturing parenthood
I Drink from the yesterday’s fear to quench today’s blessings