Friday, April 1, 2016

Colonial Love

Days without I love you 
Generational trauma 
Where tough love precedes the physical and emotional connection that was once visible through her(my) umbilical cord
Acts of service 
I do for my parents because I(love)
Or because it is an obligation 
And I am forever indebted to these strangers 
That have not once asked me what's on my mind
What do I dream of 
What do I hope to do , see , be 
Indebted to the sacrifices they made 
So much I ignore my desires and needs
Dying inside trying to please these strangers 
Generational trauma 
Where love poems spring of off the tree 
Your daughter looks ripe and I want to pluck 
Ownership and debt 
Or so that's how it feels 


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