But Some Realism We Humans Just Can't TakeA Poem by Aurora .I.:DBut Some Realism We Humans Just Can’t Take:
“You look like him” It’s funny how four little words can take center stage How they can dance around like reckless clowns inside of your brain How they can open up your highest security vaults Without any codes or unlocks Take your fears and dreams from off the shelves for materials to later Tanatalize and tease you Penalize and beat you For just wanting the unseen For just being a child with a childish dream For praying to all the gods and goddesses That maybe, just maybe Out of the millions of voices that they hear every millisecond of the day That they’ll hear your plea But mathematically speaking the ratio of that happening is close to nothing So realistically speaking You should shut your mouth before your voice runs out and all you’re left with is your hands and knees But some realism, we humans just can’t take. “You look like him” No, no, no, no, no Mother don’t tell me this Those words are like acid coming from your lips And I am the wicked witch of the west Those words will melt me into my rest Please, Please Take them back I don’t wish to face the fact quite yet that I am not just your prodigy That there is another part of me That despite you working from 9-5 And then from there going in line for the pantry just to make breakfast for my brother and me That there is a man far, far away that sits back and drinks rum all day And as you kiss our black and brown hair Watching our plaid, formal dressing slip behind closed metal doors You debate for how long you could possibly afford To send us to private school, while working three jobs While washing our clothes in a tub While putting food in our belly and clothes on our back While paying our constant medical bills because we both fall sort when it comes to health While struggling to keep a roof over our head And oh, well let’s not forget That our s**t is constantly in boxes, Moving twelve times in one year Living in constant trembling fear That he’ll bust down the door again and beat you bloody While you scream to me “Aurora, Aurora take your brother to your room and don’t come out until I tell you to!” But mother, I couldn’t do as you told me to. Every time I stood frozen in fear And the memories of me doing nothing repeat over and over Plaguing my every nightmare Like they have been for the past twelve years “You look like him” But he knows nothing of the constant struggle And he grins leisurely from ear to ear Like Cheshire the cat Showing his mischievous, playful smile and then disappears The place where the three of us should be In the human organ called “the heart” Is a storage room Set in temperatures below zero degrees And is as empty and vacant as the spaces between the fingers of my left hand Right where his stronger hands should have been holding on to my brother and me Don’t tell me he was a charming man Because all evil has an alarming amount of attraction They set up a prize cloaking it in a beautiful, perfect disguise And then when you’ve done all as they told you to Followed their every whim They use that cloak as the netting, The netting to capture you in He captured you mother Ripped you to shreds And then left you to pick up the debris of your armor The scraps of your metal The mess that “you” got yourself in Mother, I think of you as invincible Like batman, superman, spidey, the hulk And unbreakable dam keeping all of the water out Like the pyramids of Giza Like all of Shakespeare’s plays Like the statue of Liberty Her torch radiating rays Of promises and hopes for all to see But mother, even statues and heros wipe tears away So please, don’t tell me “You look like him” Because I am not that black haired, blue eyed demon I am not one of your many images of abandonment But by saying that I remind you of him I start to believe that I am just a haunting presence A recollection of what you could be A singer of the opera A actor of the act An artist of the craft A chef of the gods The list goes on and on You could have been anything and everything That’s one thing that you’ve proven to me But you gave up everything to raise two little twerps One of which who couldn’t even hear until he was three One of which who was “blessed” we every disability Bi-polar, dyslexic, ADHD The rest are in quotations because we don’t have the money For the proper machinery To analyze his psychological well being So he keeps going into mental hospitals And we keep trying to go to therapy But you can’t help those who throw your help away Tossing it into the building landfills of emotions he can only express through physical means Because he doesn’t see the point in trying when his father can’t see “You look like him” x3 Which part of me? I want to throw them into a trashcan Ignite it into flames Watch as the flames twist and turn Playfully, passionately, elegant and swift A complicated, sinful, desire-filled dance Watch as these genetics crumble into ash And as the smoke disperses into the air I will rid myself of this fear I will rid myself of this longing Rid myself of this intangible living being That nobody wants to hold onto Rid myself of this guilt, these thoughts That crawl around like pestering insects But this is just one of those things that you want to make yourself believe False realities Like neverland You can run from growing up but you can’t hide Someday, you have to face those tormenting demons inside So the truth, I will never rid myself of these imperfections biology has place on me And nor would I Because through the hardships, Through the pain Through his absence and memory Through the sweat and blood I’ve molded like clay Formed from every experience people and life have given to me Formed my feet, formed my arms, formed my neck and my hair My head, brain and every single complex maze of various doors enclosed in that space I’ve learned that I don’t need strong, masculine fingers to hold my hand To prove that I can align my feet with my hip sockets and stand I don’t need the title “Daddys little girl” To prove that I am special to someone in someway I don’t need the reassurance of a deeper voice To know that it is perfectly acceptable for me to take claim to my own individual qualities I don’t need to be placed high above someone’s head To prove that I can make it through life’s poisonous grasp Because my feet are on the ground Only seeing what my peripheral vision will allow me And I’m still alive Headstrong, stomping on With or without you “I look like you” But you are just another man to me And my brother and I might be your offspring But we are not a part of your reality But I forgive you Because some realism we humans just can’t take. © 2013 Aurora .I.Author's Note
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