A family can survive major pruning.The loss of parent, grandparent, child.However, a family tree can’t survive without its bark. The stripping away of my childhood’s outer layer.The intentional toughing up routines backfired,thinning the skin until raw and every word or touchburned like a bare light socketsunk into my exposed muscle and sinew. Skinned alive, exposed, …
Sour Words streamed from my eyes,Pooling into a paragraphOf tangerines, lemons & limes. Oh, how I wish I never tasted you,Mother’s milk. SBJ © SB Joy, 2021
Fifty years plus, silenced & caged. To write is to free the golden finch, imprisoned at eight,by a man’s filthy hands, reaching where clawsdon’t belong. The golden finch’s songsruptures the cage & the silence. SB Joy © SB Joy, 2021
Here is a video from Season 1 😂. Last year I did about 10 videos. This is short poem called Parents Love.