SKIN

When you hear someone say
Yes I have a family
They're great
I have a momma and a pops
and a sister who's always on top
in her class, in the F-A-M-I-L-Y
And there's a grandmother, a thousand feet old
and my pop's sister, who doesn't seem like a sister
More like a best friend
And the circle is completed by a cat
A black cat, ironically

You wonder, what does it mean
To go to a house filled with laughter and joy
To light and blood
mixed into the arteries of ours

Family spelled O-W-N
To own what is yours and never letting go
It is a circle of trust and love
sharing the same last name by the bonds of hemoglobin
stretching the ligaments in the skin
The same skin, worn throughout the centuries that passed us by

When someone cannot remember their great grandparents names
It is indeed a great sorrow
For the people that you call your own
You have somehow forgotten
To leash them onto the string of your amygdala
And remember, try to remember
The mothers that gave birth to a generation
by pain and contracting one second later

Family spelled H-A-N-D-S
Holding each other tightly, curved into a tight bond of Hey, you have my nose
Or, her eyes are indeed her dad's
The brownness of the pupil is reflected
By all the people who share
and care, for their futures together

Family spelled W-O-N-D-E-R-F-U-L
There can never be another
No matter how many times you sit down with people
Of the same skin and talk same talks
But the blood flowing in undercurrents under the century-old skin
can never be replaced
By any other place

Family is spelled M-I-N-E




Poetry by Nabeela Altaf
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Written on 2014-02-10 at 18:59

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Barthoromeopoet
Awesome.

I must say you have a very vivid style.

*Bartho Romeo.
2014-02-11