My Voice
Learned Behavior
Learned Behavior
Although I love you,
you are not my savior.
My parched spirit,
begged a chalice filled,
but holy wine
seemed hardly a blessing
when surveying a land of
angry men.
I yearn
stability.
Papa looked like Idi Amin.
Idi was evil
but Papa wasn't.
I swear
he wasn't.
I should be more forgiving.
(Mama put her men before me,
her husbands and son.)
I waded through poor choices.
I waited my turn
behind belts and
indifference.
I bided my time,
and then I left.
There is that.
Mary
Although I love you,
you are not my savior.
My parched spirit,
begged a chalice filled,
but holy wine
seemed hardly a blessing
when surveying a land of
angry men.
I yearn
stability.
Papa looked like Idi Amin.
Idi was evil
but Papa wasn't.
I swear
he wasn't.
I should be more forgiving.
(Mama put her men before me,
her husbands and son.)
I waded through poor choices.
I waited my turn
behind belts and
indifference.
I bided my time,
and then I left.
There is that.
Mary
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