fly mama fly

daddy's little girl,
mommy's mirror image.
sissy's best friend,
everyone, everywhere's make pretend.

conceal, don't feel,
trust no one with what's real or for appeal.
is it nature or nurture,
generational or just culture?

things to do and places to be,
no one can ever, question my loyalty.
expect nothing, minimalize requests,
don't be a burden, shrink to fit.

the picture of juxtaposition;
abrasive yet gentle,
frenzied and composed,
enticing but off-putting.

weak, codependent, insignificant,
lost, confused, unsure.
hopeless, failing, derelict,
imaginary.

when the myriad of layers slough off what lays beneath?
the indisputably faithful friend?
the intimate though adversarial advocate?
the intuitive and self-sustaining seed?

I've lived through things I didn't have the luxury of understanding,
I've drowned in the expectations of others,
I've never had the opportunity to thrive;
yet people call me strong for existing after experiencing.

what was I supposed to do,
die?
would that make me weak if I did?
when does the collective stop staring and start supporting?

patterns weaving,
cycles replicating.
time turning,
history repeating.

I step outside the line,
I am cursebreaker and I say nevermore.
I will go forth with faith and love,
my purpose is to prosper.