Jessica Carrasco Poet Rhyme

Chopin

My mother was slow
couldn't tell truth from lie
she was born far before
of her due time
her father hated women
he told her she wasn't liked
she believed God was him
watching her from the sky

My father was broken
he carried the sperm of hell
he knew how to trick people
he knew how to lie well
his parents treated him like a dog
his wife cheated on him
he took my mother by the arm
and made her pay for all of them...

I was conceived one day
in the middle of chaos and tears
his seed and one of hers
created me not so dear
my mother saw his face
every time I was near
in the end she walked away
and forgot that I was here...

Life can be a melody
which sounds like Chopin
a solo of piano in B minor
a nocturne with no sun
a sonata or a prelude
a fantasy or a ballad
and sometimes like heavy metal
in my lonely heart.

Jessica

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