3Mommy raised me to care
I love her
She's great
But there's an emptiness
Daddy raised me to hate
I hate him
He's rude
The must subtle things are traps
A hug. A smile.
A pat on the back
These are the things they mean to catch us with
So why am I the only one who sees
Why do I see a gesture of love
As a gesture of hate?
A gesture of violence
Must be my upbringing.