funny,
they taught me all the wrong things,
made me hide between the layers of bruises,
behind the sticky scabs that flake my life,
taught me to straddle shame and guilt,
to ride on its back through life,
tainting my own spine,
little did I know I was the naive one,
I was the one not ready for the pandoras box to unleash itself onto me,
that my goodness was going to save them,
I stuck by my guns,
by the sand that soiled my heart,
made it sweet and sour,
rich in milk and honey,
I stuck by my brown in all that made me,
mud and earth embedded deep into mother earth,
life created out of my womb,
yet death residing in all that creates,
destroying