The Apple Doesn’t Fall a Long Way from a Tree

The Apple Doesn’t Fall a Long Way from a Tree

They say I’m just like her,

Fine,

She carved her name into every bruise I wore,

Taught me silence like scripture,

Taught me rage like song.

She smiled while she burned the roots,

fed me poison in lullabies,

and called it love.

Now I bloom with teeth,

I rip the sun out of morning skies,

I watch sweetness rot and call it justice.

You made me,

You grew me under blood moons,

in soil thick with secrets.

So when I fell,

not far, just hard,

I cracked the ground,

and took the tree down with me.