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?!
