Heritage.

There's more than a tiny crumb
of my past inside your eyes,
very careful not to see too much
yet they get aware every time.

You tried your best not to feel any hatred
you'd feel so wicked to admit your disdain;
my chronical guilt is clear heritage
but you see, that's what leads me astray.

 One illusion is enough,
two worlds broken are too much.
so this dinner is speechless,
I sigh and I cough
while you ask about my lunch.
You know my heart ain't stainless.

There was a time when I nearly believed 
and there was a day when I saw you relieved,
but my dignity of a woman has been destroyed.
Am I still a woman  if my pulse's concealed?

Yet I love you so,
tho' you never taught me 
that I should love myself
despite of it all.

Strong and Empty,

If you could see what you did of your skin
turned into steel just to shield yourself...
Your forced laughter sounds wild and grim,
every bowel twines,
every time.

Everytime you bury - it's me buried,
everytime you rise  it's me crushed
with all the past that's been denied,
and my hunger rests,
the mind rejects.

We hate as well as we have loved;
now you're a stranger to me,
but the wound is open

a whizzing raven's just killed a dove,
there's no more glee,
little buds forever broken.

So it's always others' fault

when you limit your own view.
Do you need to be so valued
by the ignorance of your crew?
You could notice my quandary,
protruding veins and tired look,
yet not less serious than your deficiencies
and the tenderness my absence took.