That sheen gleaming off of blood,
Dripping from my bleeding wounds is enough,
To refrain from insulting anyone.
My pain is not an excuse,
To demean a human soul who hurts the same way I do.
Regardless of what you say,
There’s nothing that will stop me from loving you!
I understand how we all make mistakes,
So,
Who am I to defile your memory?
As I make my way into every gig,
Your presence taught me how to bite my tongue with this,
Drive you’ve given me allowing my record to speak,
For itself…
After all,
You are my father,
A man who was never afraid to ask for help.
Why would I bother?
Drowning in tears with a page in front of me to write a rhyme I can belch,
From the top of my lungs,
And,
Escape the Hell your anger tried to trap me in?
Every scar is a story,
A poem to conjure while dancing with,
My demons…
“Fat ass!”
Try harder.
“You’re an asshole!”
Cool!
At least those you’ve never seen don’t think so,
Like,
You’re grand daughters.
Dismissive is how you act,
But,
When I wanted to die,
You held me longer than you ever have…
That sheen gleaming off of blood dripping from my bleeding wounds is enough to refrain from insulting anyone.
If anything,
Kindness is known to kill as much as a gun,
To the head,
While I swipe my shoulders knowing we’ll all be turning into dust some day.
I don’t blame you,
But,
I blame the dust you picked up one day,
While brushing off my existence until disappearing into the wind…
m3l0dicverse 
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