Family Dynamics

I question who i really am often

and watch the world slowly digress in rights

I’m lucky to learn and be forgiven

we fight and fight and bite; it’s fight or flight.

Whose choice is it whom we choose to love?

All the measly points that come up too short,

My grandma likes men when push comes to shove

I wonder if choice would change up her court.

Moving food across my plate I look up,

Even here there is tension in the space

Don’t know what to say

The world is corrupt.

I wish it wasn’t about who we chose

It’s cliché, I want daises not a rose.