Monday, November 29, 2021

 Prism: My Makers




Love,

Never lived 

Between my parents

 Silver cuffs as wedding bands 

Their bed, a lonely jail cell for two 


Love, 

Was a myth 

An ugly romance 

They said 'I do' way too fast 

Divorce was a sweet celebration 


Love  , 

My parents 

Never learned how to 

Speak with kind words, only fists,

 silence and slurs, marriage was a curse

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