an attempt at poetry

chapter 11: 'blood runs thicker than water'

Blood runs thicker than water,

But that's so easy to say,

When you've never been a daughter,

Taught to oblige and adore fathers,

Convinced we would never survive without them,

Shamed for ever dreaming for a life with their absence,

We were fed lies on a silver spoon,

Used to build the bars that confine us,

Dreading the time of noon,

For like a package he'd come and collect us

While our heart grows scarred and bruised,

Our mind grows old and weary,

Still not enough to restraint the other,

For blood runs thicker than water.