The Strength Under Her Carpet

I heard a screeching through the dark A reverb with a familiar fright A voice with a similar fight I heard the darkness through the light

So I turned off the lights and fed it to the night Careless how remorseless Careless how shameless -Our lives' a sheer mess and the mere possession we can harness

Much accustomed to our customs Ignorant to these coffins Because we too focused on concealing the blunt stories Beneath the dead bodies

Where dreams lie Broken and forgotten Scattered in segments of memories And still, not found peace

Born in the midst of a crossfire Happy for an hour Before the façade broke And she was no longer a child

And my frame was frightening A witness on sight Doing nothing Doing absolutely every crime

Wishing she should've not said that She should have not been there Wishing she should have not did that She should have not been her

Consciously instilling in that That women are elicit in fact She is inciting her own death and dad... Is just being fair That's just tradition to us here!

But man... If that's what it means to be here Then maybe I belong there Where I am not man enough Just feminine and weak in blood

But I am still here, pleading her to stay down Watching her crawling up the walls Staining every staggering step Until her gliding fingers mark my cheek

And she ask “Are you alright?” in a whisper… I froze, blinking rapidly, jaw dropping To the sight of her smile creeping Blood dripping like a sad rain

Am I alright? I repeated after her Then again to myself, and again, and again until the echoes reach pandemonium

I fell back on my back Unlike her, I fell to my weakness Rooted on my knees Looking at my palms for answers

How am I alright with this Proud to be brute like my dad Ashamed that I was her before a man How am I alright with abuse?!