artsfartsyjanet
10-23-2002, 06:57 PM
Speaking to an Apparition
I tried to speak my native tongue but he
Decided I could not speak it at ease
By bursting sounds of laughter after all
My troubles helping ma make sense the talk—
My speech, first calm, then blunt, and tends to hide
In words of ammunition towards my plight
But mom deems language spoken finds a shame—
A name of Tang would fall to deep disdain.
My mom’s tongue, sharp like drifting waves of knives
Protruding through my scars of three welts wide
Reminding why a daughter fails to see
A crying mother giving up on me.
“But mom! I never want to live through you,
who wanted me to live a life aloof.”
Immune to life’s loves, sealed with all the pain.
Your life’s not mine as much as you dismay.
<!--EDIT|artsfartsyjanet|Oct 23 2002, 10:00 PM-->
I tried to speak my native tongue but he
Decided I could not speak it at ease
By bursting sounds of laughter after all
My troubles helping ma make sense the talk—
My speech, first calm, then blunt, and tends to hide
In words of ammunition towards my plight
But mom deems language spoken finds a shame—
A name of Tang would fall to deep disdain.
My mom’s tongue, sharp like drifting waves of knives
Protruding through my scars of three welts wide
Reminding why a daughter fails to see
A crying mother giving up on me.
“But mom! I never want to live through you,
who wanted me to live a life aloof.”
Immune to life’s loves, sealed with all the pain.
Your life’s not mine as much as you dismay.
<!--EDIT|artsfartsyjanet|Oct 23 2002, 10:00 PM-->