Sister

Sister, 

Where have I left you? How do you live like that? Shadowed by his past and crossing your fingers for a future. Who let you grow up? Which God allowed you to sprout this skin similar to your mother’s. And why are you giving it away? Turning your back on your blood with foul words and wrong reasons. What has caused your outburst? Your need to prove us all wrong, is being done in the wrong way —

Sister–

Do you know where your seeds were sown? You were intended to be a wildflower, but you act like a rose. Too many thorns to be approached, too many petals to pluck just to guess if I love you.

Once a friend

​You pick at my wounds as you peak through my pictures on Instagram. Your eyes swell, seeking prey. Light up when my heart dims. Stand tall while I lay on the ground. I called you friend while you parade around the pleasures of my plight. Claim you know me when I push you out. You have no sympathy, no sorrow, don’t pacify or pledge your allegiance, only become passive to the priorities of your once beloved friendship.

What is pain

What is pain?

Does it sprout from the earth?

Can I pick it and carry it in bundles, place it in a glass

Does it make you laugh?

What is pain?

Does it whisper through the phone ‘I love you’

From a thousand miles away?

Has pain held your hand?

Has it wrapped you in a towel after a shower?

What is pain?

Is it the letter in the mail or the bills scattered on the floor

Could you fit it in a plastic bag and leave it by the door? 

What is pain?

Is pain the pit of your stomach or the middle of your heart?

If you had to guess what pain would be

Where would you start?