To you, I write
My heart clenched tight.
So many thoughts in my head,
Unheard, not said.
My world is full of hurt,
Thoughts and feelings in the dirt.
The darkness of the home,
The favorites protected in a dome.
Problems between one another,
It all falls on the mother.
The truth lost in their mind,
Prejudice to those not of their kind.
The snakes slither with venom in their eyes
With conviction in their lies.
This will be their demise,
Cutting the ties
The ties that bind
A family unkind.
Those of blood and those of not,
The wicked will rot.
