I guess sometimes
it's easier to
love thy neighbor
than embrace your blood
when it comes in
containers
that don't fit in your cookie cutter
and
flavours
that make you gag.
You are the stench of burning hair,
of oozing,
open,
necrotic wounds...
but
family
is
family
and I would hold my nose,
cover my face,
suck it up
and
endure,
to relate for just a little while.
I offered my time,
my shoulder,
my ear,
but
you've refused.
Maybe, it's youth...
and that I can forgive.
But, your window of opportunity
is slowly closing.
The time is gonna come,
it ain't too far away.
You will see with clear eyes.
You will cry out for me,
and
I
will
ignore.