We aren't taught how to be daughters
There was never a right way to be one
Especially in a hostile environment
If you defend yourself, you're deemed as evil
If you shut up, you sell yourself to never ending misery
Either way, it's better to die
Or maybe
It is better to live.
Has it been worth it,
Sucking it all up?
Was it worth it,
To fight for yourself?
Or was it worth, enduring all this?
Whether I uttered something or stayed mute
Being a fool to them-true to myself
Was the only choice i ever had
When all I needed; to be seen
With heartfelt eyes, utterly keen
And loving arms, forever warmth
Where his conflicts don't concern my life
Where his plate's his and my plate's mine
Once upon a time, when i found myself in the middle of the mean, i witnessed it;
the silent fall of this tree in the forest.
A/N: Welcome.
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The Non-Binary Poet
PoetryA compilation of poems about love, and loss, being a daughter, and a human unacknowledged, with a heart aching to be loved. *slowly adding media * Sorry for any inconvenience with the format whether you're reading from a phone or a Laptop- i'm c...
