Parent Plant

Standing like the most crippling part of me
Are my emotions
Whatever is left of my being is that which I use
To speak to you

Standing like the most ailing part of me
Are my pleas
Whatever is left of my concern is that which I use
To speak to your conscience

I stood here many times before
but you never saw me !

I cried here many times before
But you never soothed me !

Every breath I take to speak to you about this issue I am dying

Parent plant ....I need you

I need you to let go of the ivy that you nurture with your love !

Parent plant can't you see its killing me
Parent plant can't you see you are killing me

I watch this stigma drain your wisdom
I watch this stigma .."lynching" your strength
Exhausting your sensibilities
Injecting you with the prongs of her rotten plights of innocence

And I your young
Your budding tulip
Must watch you die

I beg of thee
Let me sacrifice my petals to the gods
Let me sacrifice my innocence to the dogs
Let me sacrifice my purity in exchange for your elixir - tranquillity
For in your last years to nurture me it is that which you well deserve




Instead
You clip the wings of my appeal
I am now a one winged bird that falls through the sky of your hearing
Only to crash into the flames of my tears and frustrations

Instead
You place my cries on the cracking vertebrae of your attention
Spilling the bitter juices of your disinterest into my mouth
Black lips ....I am now the withering flower

Parent plant ....
You are the foundation of my history
Played the mother role to perfection
Yet you leave me to search the soils of my heart for diamond like reasons in order to barter
30,000 diamonds for 30 seconds of your attention
An unfair rate of exchange that will never be worthy enough

Parent plant ..
I am on the trashing floor of your heart
Beating the drums of my lungs
Lighting my strength a fire
Fuelling it with the oak trees of my cries

Parent plant ....
I see that two must die
But rather me and not you
Let not the poison ivy take thee away from me
For this world I am not ready

You are the shakespeare to my history
The calligraphy of my first steps
The fierceness I'm my honey like tone
The growls in my confident "No's"

I fear the reflections of your lessons
You bow to the light in order to make food for the ivy in the darkness
You grow tertiary roots to absorb more than you can sythasize only to feed the witch that stirs her pot merrily as she brews your poison

Parent plant this isn't love
Its called foolish sacrifice
But let me foolishly sacrifice my petals
Let me foolishly sacrifice my innocence
Let me foolishly sacrifice my breath

For your peace of mind is well deserved
Let me make a sacrifice in the name love
So that you may have a few more days to sacrifice foolishly in the name of sacrificial love ...