Relationships

Four Days Ago

A poem

A photo of my daughter’s hands by

4.27.24
Slitting through your flesh and pride like a jagged sword
Pride has no space to survive and thrive here
It is shattered, each pumping vein
the blood must splatter
around me.

Peace
comes at the bloodshed of lies, deceit, and lack of accountability.

You know who you are
you know what you did.

Those are the words I now stand on every time a man or woman tries to talk their way out of holding his own armor.

Put it on
Or take it off
But don’t tell, insist, or think to ask me to carry it.

My Father raised me to build
not please or plead
but to break down what needs to be broken
to feed
what this world needs
even if not want.

I was created to war
Love, a pen, and a blade for a tongue.

I draw you in with my voice,
my lips,
my scent,
and an unforgettable touch
to show you there is another way,
to…