c a r i d a d

wild words and descriptive verbs reverberating in my world 
tell me of a bond between mothers and daughters.
unseen, straight and clean, not foreseen...
   searching for approval
   wishing for removal
obligations lead her to feel
insecure and unfulfilled
"all i wanted is for you to tell me that you loved me
                            that you were proud of me"
but instead you send words at the ends of letters
and i can't feel better because
i try to get close but i end up lost
"HERstory is still
 HIStory" of which
i have no knowledge
so can you predict to me the past?
because i don't think i'll last...

that long. lonely night in my room
after one fight for independence.
you may have won the battle but
no one can win the war that is
not between us but within us both.
separation all anxietary is not proprietary
but shared, though i guess or digress
and am impressed with your devotion
yet scared by the commotion
the watchword that is love
is not strong enough
to describe my emotions but what else can i say
     as i sail on this ocean away...?


i think you're afraid of losing your baby.
i am your baby and you're trying to save me.


		i might need to learn how to rescue myself.

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