Home life is hard.
Especially when you disregard, the topic of discussion which is to be united with the family yet, still be independent and finally be happy for each other.
I see how we live and it’s not so great, I hate to think about how we penetrate each others fates.
From my mom to my dad I thought we we’re happy until I found out we only just touched glad.
My sister having issues again and she real close to me so I had to have tissues in my other hand man.
Category: Family
Marriage Before Blood, Poetry by Mohammed Islam Butt
He is talking to me.
Almost daring me to challenge the status quo.
My mouth quivers and tries to speak to save my brother not from the act of marriage.
But from himself.
The metamorphous is quicker in some and slower in others.
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