A collection of poetry, from my heart to yours.
Its Not About The Pasta
My parents taught me to cook. They taught me to underseason chicken and overcook pasta. They taught me to burn eggs to the pan. They taught me to ignore my emotions. They taught me to boil broccoli until it lost its crunch. They taught me to make lumpy mashed potatoes. They taught me to hold myself accountable for their emotions, to abandon myself in the name of family. They taught me to ignore my inner voice and listen only to theirs. They taught me to keep ketchup in the cupboard....
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The Monster
I didn’t have a monster under my bed, The monster was me, it lived in my head. I wore the guilt like a second skin, Every mistake proof of the darkness within. They said I was broken, they said I was wrong, A discordant note in a family song. Her melody was sharp, cruel, and frayed, But the song wasn’t mine to play. I was a child, with soft, open hands, Trying to survive under strict commands. I was never sure of my place in that home, Until it was...
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Familiar Abuse
My mind is used to invasion, a room without a door My voice is used to apologies, a broken record My throat is used to blockage, a river dammed My chest is used to tightness, a tree bound by ivy My hands are used to shaking, branches in a storm My feet are used to eggshells, broken glass across the floor My legs are used to running, roots torn from soil My identity is used to her narration, my reflection inked by her hand Who am I with free thought?...
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