Generational crimes, snatch identity and time, killing softly
Coordinated attacks of exhaustion, chain the conscience in family bondage
Cause if mama ain’t happy, ain’t nobody happy
𖠿𐦂𖨆𐀪𖠋
Dreams whispered to sepia pages, torn from clutches, torched completely
Guilt, a flail, promises fairy tales, for taunting a weary hostage
Generational crimes, snatch identity and time, killing softly
𖠿𐦂𖨆𐀪𖠋
Redressed in the straitjacket of help from a narcissist, guess I’m lucky
Layers of dainty scented scar tissue, artfully masking the fetid carnage
Cause if mama ain’t happy, ain’t nobody happy
𖠿𐦂𖨆𐀪𖠋
A mirror of lies, eyes I've never recognized, hollowly haunt me
Snapshots of agony, escaping to torment me, are led back to cold storage
Generational crimes, snatch identity and time, killing softly
𖠿𐦂𖨆𐀪𖠋
Independence, paid for in flesh, with nothing left, a price too costly
Trading in past for future, sheared off, meted out by the yardage
Cause if mama ain’t happy, ain’t nobody happy
𖠿𐦂𖨆𐀪
Sounds and sights foreign and confusing, undaunted, I press on boldly
Recollection no longer withholding, silhouette lit in bulb-bursting wattage
Generational crimes, snatch identity and time, killing softly
Cause if mama ain’t happy, ain’t nobody happy
K.B. Silver
About the Creator
K.B. Silver
K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.
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