Hello!

Reaching Rachel People: If you are reading this, I promise to update soon. I'm kind of stuck at the moment. Soon--hopefully in a couple of days--I'll have it done. :)

Okay, now onto this. This is titled "To Argue (With A Child)" but that title might be misleading....so let me clarify. This is NOT about arguing with children! This is not about children. :) More like....teenagers.

Thanks! Enjoy! I'd love to know your thoughts.
-Homey :D

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To Argue (With A Child)

Part One: Confide

Deceit moonlights as friendship
Beckoning you with a kindly hand
Distrust clouding the veins, clawing through the nails
Grasping, grabbing, your every delicious secret
Nor in confidence, nor in trust
Until your lips are bleeding from the words
Which fall from your tongue in soft wafts
And land, pillowed by the promise
Of something kept to oneself
In a dark alley shadowed by light
Unbeknownst to you, it is you who takes your soul
And jabs it with your own hands
Scratch, Scratch, Scratch,
Oozing your insecurities, your fears, your hopes
Until the wind catches them all
And takes them away
To the person waiting
In the deepest night
Who grabs at them with eager hands
And stuffs them in a paper bag
With a rip
Then walks away, bag trembling
Until your secrets slip out
One by one
As you watch
And wish you’d never spoken
And never speak again

Part Two: Brood

Repair is like sewing a quilt
Every painstaking stitch is done by hand
You are pricked with the needle more than once
Sometimes your skin is torn
And ink trickles out
Like now
Like the words upon the paper
You keep scratching out
Surely there is something
Better, bigger, stronger
But wasn’t that your downfall in the first place?
And finally you just decide on sorry
Fifty-two sorries
Then you take them and feed a fire
Fueled by hatred
Feed them to it slowly, hoping it chokes
But it doesn’t
It burns brighter
Until the ash is too much
And swallows you
Along with the whole of the room
Your eyes are red
Your mouth is pert
And your smile is brilliance
When you unleash your voice
In an anguished scream
That curdles on the last note
Even that was imperfect
Unsatisfactory
Too much

Part Three: Stumble

Bittersweet is your revenge
As you let everyone know who the culprit is
Unsure even yourself
As you hash out every word
Embellish, as they stretch into fables, tales
Illustrating you as the heroine
And these people, they are blind
They believe it, as do you
They accept it, as you don’t
Flanked by evils
You pounce upon the wrong one
Who, as you beckon forth with a warm hand
Doesn’t seem so wrong anymore
Who was a small mouse
Backed into a corner by a vicious feline
Who did its bidding
Who only acted upon instinct
Preservation is yours
And you coax her mouth open
Reach down inside her heart
And scoop them up, all the secrets
Plant them in the greenest grass
Water them with your tears
As you tell everyone about her
As she did to you
As you drip saltwater that fades the words
Which started all this
And are about to end it
Desolate; you cry out
Backed into the darkest corner
Yellowed, withered, strung out, grey
Back at the beginning
And you realize that
Once again, always
She has won

Part Four: Rest

Scars will fade eventually
But you don’t know that
Yours are fresh