Family Feud
From my upcoming book of poems, "What We Leave Behind".
Family Feud
“It’s all in your head,” she said,
while I watched her lips flutter
like the wounded wings of a butterfly.
Her words were lies that poisoned
the ground surrounding us.
Black soil clung to seeds
bloated and rife with roots,
dark and dangerous.
— R.C. Mandeville
Did this poem bring up anything for you? I’d love to hear from you!
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For me this came up after reading the beautiful, powerful poem 🙏:
A hurt mother that hurts her daughter. Something meant to be beautiful, has become ugly. The bloated seeds and roots are in a way difficult for me to grasp. What comes up is how the damage after abuse continues through generations - even if we are aware and see it.
Very compelling words Rebecca. Reminds me of my experience of being attacked with a smear campaign while in cancer treatment, and how FSA lies easily take root and the poison spreads.