An Undrunken Glass of MilkA Poem by Abby L.Since when did her opinion become mixed up with your rules and dictations What good is an ear if it never receives the words said? And when did her existence become an uneaten piece of bread? Her heart breaks with every insult slapped The stubborn cages in you refuse to open it’s flaps The thoughts escalate and send her into a lapse And fury fills to their caps
She plays the part and dances with actions, unknown what they mean When they are truly disappointment of being young and different You provide the bare minimum of raising a child and say, “Don’t forget your milk.” How could she forget something that balances the line between caring and hatred? Is she really just that untouched glass of milk stalled out on a kitchen table? When was she the daughter you tell her she is? Who will teach her the difference between a mask of gorgeous feathers and a face of beautiful kindness? She looks back, and doubts it’s that one glass of undrunken milk. © 2016 Abby L.Featured Review
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StatsAuthorAbby L.ALAboutHello! I'm Abby! I write various things, but my main content is poetry. I'm from Alabama, USA. I'm involved in various hobbies, but I have a strong passion for music and most of the arts. I'm not ver.. more..Writing
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