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Ashes
Thoughts of my ashes being swept away
Forces my heart to conform.
Daydreams of an empty book
Shadows my thoughts of the present.
Perceptions of a meek spirit
Bears the fruit of my past.
The demons that chase me,
The angels that keep me.
Shattered I was,
As a child.
Spanish father.
Black mother.
Yearning for a cure.
She desperately fought for life.
What I took for granted.
What she lost.
A deadbeat dad,
I had to face him.
Stand up for love.
I can't erase the pain.
Perseverance is what stood out.
Win the war, not the battle.
She fought, why cant I?
A grand mother is not the same as
A Grandmother.
She loves me,
Calls me her "bella flor en flor".
Beautiful blooming flower.
"la edad no es igual a la sabiduría"
Age does not equal wisdom,
She would always say.
Lessons to be learned.
Phrases to translate.
Spanish girl,
Red locks,
Curly tresses.
Me.
Scrumptuosity:
The poetess in me.
Leaving this world,
Dare I say.
Is a fear I must face.
But ultimately this fear,
Of not being remembered,
Is more terrifying than anything else.
Written by Sellmecandy