The Flaws of a Parent
Why do you force us together? We are separate souls. The only things that are the same, are: our looks, our bloodline, our parents. We're different in every way Different as the moon shining down from the bright starry night... Different as the sun shining bright. Different as the colors of our skin Hers white, mine a slightly different shade of beige. We are complete strangers now. The only thing drawing us together Is our parents, who always had their favorite (depending on what was going on, or going wrong), Their stories of why the other was: too selfish, too unmoral, or never trying hard enough. You didn't raise us to be friends, We were to witness what was wrong with the life we shared, And then we had to move on with our own lives And make our lives better somehow. And then we were to invite you back in. So you could enjoy the weddings, the baptisms, the holidays... And mostly in that order. And then we were to listen to you, Talk mostly ba