I was born out of a carriage to a single black Mary, without Joseph
I was never Jesus
I grew up to be known as the eldest daughter of a single black Mary,
to another daughter born out of the same carriage, but not from Joseph
It was the three of us, females
We were the three T's:
Three.
Torn.
Terrorities.
The three T's used to be Plateau,
they drifted apart into three different continents.
Mary, Caina, and Abella each created her own island.
Separated, unless there is a need of trade to suit her own needs.
More children were born out of the same carriage of the same single black Mary,
from a different Joseph who sees his children biweekly on weekends
His children created an island together,
connected to the three torn territories,
fooling maps to think that the five islands are all together,
when three are separated.
Caina and Abella are always in silent wars with each other,
because they are both stubborn and always want to be right.
Both Caina and Abella have these silent wars, at some point they get physical, emotional, and verbal.
There is no love between Caina and Abella for so long,
due to Caina being an island where no one judges her citizens for being themselves,
and Abella wanting her citizens to imitate the norm from Mary,
while Mary prefer the eldest child.
Abella is secretly insecure about Caina.
Ironically, the Bible said otherwise about favoritism between the youngest and the oldest child.
Because Caina and Abella are aging,
Mary leaves them in their silent quarrel and focuses on her other children more.
Her new favorites, her sons, males
The more Caina grows up,
she realized that Mary never wanted her to grow,
because of her people.
She was the favorite for being special,
which Abella secretly resented.
I am Caina.
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My Life in Poems
PoetryThere will be some triggers in some poems, but there is no abuse whatsoever. Finally completed. I think.