A poem written about the relationship with family. |
We share the same blood How can this be? All of this torment inside of me You are my blood, yet it feels as if you are not You are painfully karmic Similar erythrocytes and DNA, we share the same blood You must have come to life to make me suffer Just thinking of you makes me boil I have dark thoughts of how I can make your head toil I wish I could do that but I am a coward We share the same blood, I have no choice This matter seems so puzzling How could karma be such a bitch? You feel like an irritating itch You're fake, a double-faced individual We share the same blood All you are is a lie I wish you would die How can this be? This facial image of yours, that looks like me? We share the same blood We share similar features: nose, mouth and eyes Our karmic souls must have travelled through space and time I'm hoping to understand how I can let all this anger outside Since all my tears have dried We share the same blood It always felt like a sticky flood of mud Slowly turning my heart into an ocher mudbrick Like those you'll find in the Kasbah in Morocco Deserted and dry Like the tone of your voice that is no lie How can this be? All this hatred inside of me? A heart that has turned into stone How must I deal with all of this now that I have grown? How can you be so heartless? Do you care? I hate you, but deep down I am scared I am a coward I am writing this to you instead Instead of being forward This is me: this is me. Written by Faa Madani, June 28, 2017 |