Unstable Cradle

grew up in a single parent home, I knew who my father was; but when my mom left him, he left me at the same time! In this day and age fatherless home are an epidemic, so much so nobody even seems to acknowledge it anymore. I recently ran a search and a majority of the responses on this topic came from the single parents point of view, but what about the child; but I am now the voice of the child!!!! www.unstablecradle.com


I have been told I've got some thick a** blood flowing through my veins
Thick like the head of the ignorant b**** I had to teach after she told me...
"locks are disgusting ******* get them after not washing their hair for a long time."
See that lesson played over and over in mind
I mean as foolish as she sounded I'm surprised she even knew to call them locks
That day like some others my blood got so thick it began to form clots
I became so angry my stomach turned into a million knots
Getting so upset, I went to a place inside I had never been before
A place with blood cold like ice, kind of like the emotions i feel towards life
I have been told the blood in my veins runs deep
Deep like the hatred I feel for my father after he called me a *****!!!!
Taking me back to that place, only this time it wass all to familiar to me
With needles sticking trying to break that ice, i knew i been there before, I had walked this floor
I have been told that the blood in my veins pumps strong
Strong like the strength it took to go perform every night
Pulling green from places my veins should never have to see nor feel
Strength to live another day forgetting about yesterday
Attempting to forget those blood stained walls



Some other people tell me that running through my veins is some thin blood
Thin like the water in the tears I cry
The tears that ran over the bruises and then into the cuts
Cuts I received because I was told I was a ****
Moving on no longer cuts but progressing into sores
Some say the blood in my vein is shallow
Shallow like the wanna be pre-madonnas
I was forced to associate with in order to prove my intelligence
Them trifling heifers who were the true *****, but pretended to come accross elegant
Others tell me the blood in my veins pumps very weak
Weak and slow like my heartbeat after multiple close but UNSUCCESSFUL suicide attempts
Now I try to overdose, flowing lyrics throw my veins
his struggle for the feeling of ecstasy is driving me insane
Keeps bringing back to these familiar places
Blood from my sores over flowing in the room
Attempting to donate to save a life.
But turned away, I can't give life when mine is already taken
Nobody wants whats tainted
You heard my story, would you?????
I know you don't, and if you think you take this lyrical blood then you must be mistaken
alyrical alyrical
22-25, F
Sep 11, 2012