On my family.
My roots were never planted
I was not watered, a flower without light
A young sacrifice for others to consume
Conflict all around me, i was split from the start
Taken (for good or bad unknown)
Hidden in plain sight coming of age
Vulnerable to risky satisfication
Unwell & confounded with their told guilt
However, i did not bite the hands that fed
Until recently against sociopathic disposal
Survival demands an overwhelming passion
Yet, iam already supplanted



















