I didn’t understand
And I wondered
Where had she gone?
This little girl
Who looked so much like me
Was smiling.
Her smile untouched by the realities
That growing up blind comes with.
Yes. Blind. Didn’t realize we were drowning
In untruths, mask so polished,
So well made I thought it was my own;
Until it cracked.
Cracked from mother’s I hate you’s
And daddy becomes the nothing he’s promised you.
Cracked from the misconception
that you understood your siblings to begin with.
It hits you the reality that you’ve been breed for a different purpose.
Until it cracks, that mask we wear,
Feels
So
Damn good. Until it crumbles.
Crumbles beneath the pressure
of his weight on top of you,
As he massacres innocence from your dictionary.
Crumbling as he rips empathy
From inside you,
Leaving you there to pick up
And wash away the evidence
Of apathy seeded in you.
Jari G. Planning 