There's something about love.
The love between my father and my mother.
Nothing seemed as perfect as it was.
I would always imagine myself crossing the shores of childhood,
Into the seashore of adulthood
And wondering what it would be like to love
Well, to FALL in love.
I was very sure theirs was real and here to stay.
The way they would laugh together and play.
My father would often stroke my mother's hair,
Give her some tender loving and care.
And I would giggle quietly behind the curtain,
With my laugh stronger than my mouth could contain.
Everything was peaceful.
I was full. My joy was full.
Coupled with the fact that I was Daddy's girl.
"Pearl". That's what daddy called me. Pearl.
He'd say because I'm the most precious in the world to him.
Wonder how that always seemed.
To mom.
What if she got jealous or maybe sad?
Hahaha kidding. But, just...WHAT IF?
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WHAT IF?
PoetryLife is full of "what ifs". There's no end to it's uncertainty. This narrative poetry, entails how Kamsi's life mirrors a gruesome childhood, fear of the unknown, violence, bitterness as well as the painful process that comes with the journey towa...
