If you want to get to know me,
ask me about my mother
I will tell you that I don't know her,
because of her humanity
It is unavoidable to fall in love with her
and once you get to know me
because of my humanity
you'll only resent her
In this case...
love and resentment are synonymous
to one another.
they are the same note on the piano she plays,
she hums,
a symphony titled love and resentment
I was taught that God is love
my mother taught me that
there is God in the love we cultivate,
Im no gardener, i'm simply a flower in need of a gardener
a rose who grew from concrete,
still needs,
still should,
be cultivated
still needs to be watered,
still should be kissed by the sun
and at times, held up from the concrete
my mother has a garden, full of flowers
but I am just a rose who grew from the concrete.
there comes a time where the desire to be loved overrides
the desire to love
one's self
and the symphony and love and resentment continues
they are the same note on the piano she plays,
she hums,
a symphony titled love and resentment
If you want to get to know me,
ask me about my father
I will tell you that I know him like the back of my hand.
I will tell you that regardless of my mother’s humanity
It is unavoidable to resent him
and once you get to know me
because of my humanity
you'll only lover her
it is unavoidable
In this case...
love and resentment are synonymous
to one another.
they are the same note on the piano she plays,
she hums,
a symphony titled love and resentment
I was taught that God is love
my mother taught me that
there is God in the love we cultivate,
but what happens when the garden she cultivated is a field of resentment
my mother has a garden, full of flowers
but I am just a rose who grew from the concrete.
In this case...
love and resentment are synonymous
to one another.
they are the same note on the piano she plays,
she hums,
a symphony titled love and resentment
and I danced and danced and danced and danced and danced
in hopes that one day the symphony
would just stop.
