This week has been crazy, I’ve lost my relationship with my sister. My granny is in the hospital😓
I’ve also been given the opportunity to help homeless students all around Texas but it’s forcing me to go back into the dark days of my childhood and high school years. I don’t talk about the fact that I was homeless from the age of 13-17, because then I’ll have to accept the fact that my mother really didn’t love me.
The silence kills me
In a time of healing where quiet work is done, I’m drowning inside the silence.
The feeling of being so close to someone but never being able to speak.
A whirlwind of emotions swirling around me
I’m caged into the inner expression of my childhood. Past, present, future... will they soon meet?
Rejection: the silent pain of I’m not good enough for them, how could there be a champion in me.
Make the world stand still beneath my feet. So I can see where I fell short of loves company
,” Mama why won’t you speak”? She is silent, cold and alarming..
Why won’t you look at me?
My eyes that belong to my father weren’t worth seeing.
How she suddenly made my existence; extinct. inside those brick walls I COULDN’T SPEAK!
Only room to breath,sleep and if I’m lucky..eat.
Man the silence kills me.
How many books I read full of fantasy. Hunger games, Maya Angelou , and the the whole twilight series. Analyzing and dreaming of what a mother’s love should be.
Maya took her son to the Congo and said it was some sight to see.
Rue’s parents held each other closely as Their little girl stopped breathing slowly
Bella’s mom flew across country to tend to her child’s need
And my mother sits by the window day in and day out silently. Only speaking to a select few vibrantly. Leaving me to ask myself daily what’s wrong with me?
Why don’t I deserve to hear the vibration of your voice break off a , “have a good day”
- Why don’t I deserve the warmth of your motherly embrace.
How could I ever I learn to love without any knowledge of it in the first place..
I can Mimic it but can it replicated ?