A Lonely Daughter's Poems

I AM MY MOTHER'S DEMON

I was once your angle,
I was once your wonder,
I was once your joy,
But now I am your demon.

You loved my long braided inky hair,
But now you hate my loosed tangled hair,
You loved my eyes that held love and hope,
But now you hate that they held with challenge and anger.

You loved my toothy smile,
But now you hate my blaring fangs.

But, I often wonder.
Did you ever love me?
Or do you hate me?

Why do you string me along?

Bringing small loving gestures like small kisses and head pats.
A rearity of a loving hugs.

That in your drunken state of love, you ignore me.
Pretend that my life is non-existent.

But then the next, I am threatened with punishments.
Of my life being in your hands and thrown of insults.

Creating wounds I myself am too terrified to open and heal.
But I only hope time will.

When you're not looking, I see the love and care you give to the archangels that are my brothers.

Praising them and showing them light in the village.

But with me?
I'm shown the darkness and horrors of the lowlifes villagers that waste the world.
Or so you say about them.

Are you embarrassed of me?
Are you disgusted with my wings?
Wings that are red and fleshy, bore with amorphous sizes of holes.
Instead of silky white feathery wings that my brothers ware.

Is that why I'm lock away in this hell I called home?
While you and my brothers get to experience the garden of Eden?

Sometimes, I wish to slip away your grasp.
To let my fleshy wings spread and take off.
But I forget that I am tied to you.
Stinging me like a wasp.