Oh, Mother, if you are my blood, why do you not radiate love...

You say every fam has its downs
and I don't think that's cute.
Enduring daily verbal abuse -
as it is for me, is this an everyday obstacle for you?

"Sticks and stones..."
What bullshit rhetoric...
Then what is this pain from which I cannot abstain,
and why won't it stop piercing through my veins?

The moment is upon me in which I fear
that the beginning of the end is uncomfortably near.
Or is what I see on the horizon just a mirage?
Why is her highest moral always about saving le visage?

In her old age will her morals change?
Or will her black heart consume her before she dissipates into space?
What happens to spirits that hate and hate and hate?
I fear for her and millions of others for they poison the human race.

It creates a domino effect of hatred, neglect, and abuse,
"Motherly love" to my ears is oxymoronic, and so I choose
to leave this hole where it's cold and souls are put on mute.
Dear Lord, spare no mercy in reprogramming minds that are acute.

Tepid and lukewarm attraction is attraction nonetheless

Unsupported and therefore delicate,
wrapped in steel by those who glorify fear,
mistaking fear for intuition, believing it to be a psychic emotion.

Let's chit chat about the comfortable things
Enlightenment we will not call on.
Let's sustain what is already known to me...