I try to speak my truth, but I cry.
when I would express my opinion, my mother saw it as a chance to fight.
my father never sat with me in sadness; he would get up and say goodbye.
so, when I feel emotion, it's hard to express what's inside.
now that I am older, I understand the reasons why, but I still cannot speak my truth without having to cry.
-my fathers eyes, my mothers rage.
I don’t own this! I just found it relatable.