The fear of saying something wrong
Is a learned anxiousness
From all the times you'd sigh and tut
At our childish mistakes
When you'd come home
The performance began
We all tried our best to be wary of your moods
To say all the right things
And to never drop a plate
I don't do well with numbers
All I can remember is your balled-up fist
Holding the clothing hanger above your head
All because I couldn't sum it up
With play money in my hand
I cried into her arms
"I want him to die"
For the first time
You are the first reason why
I can't be comfortable around men
You know you were never really there
And when you were
Everyone had to walk on their toes
I came even came to hate your mother tongue
You'd speak in such harsh tones
When you would call our names
We'd take deep breathes before pilling into the living room
Taking whatever test you had prepared for us
Why do I recall them being jittery?
As you asked the to translate the news you were watching
Your face contorting with impatience at their inability
I dreaded the day you'd test me
When we left
I learned a little about the kind of man you were
And when I met you again
You were slightly hunched over
Your Gucci shirt worn out
You looked broken down
And I knew you were
When you tried to take your own life
And for the first time
We had something in common
And for the first time
I felt I was daddy's little girl
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Once Upon A Time, Time Stopped
شِعرDon't let your mind wander too far, for it will lose its selves - soul, thought and body. A soul that has lost its body is like a cat straying until it cannot pick up the familar scent of home anymore. It never returns, falling slave to a human God...
