a barrier is necessary
2025-02-22
a barrier is necessary
to separate
the prey
from the predator lurking on everything so lovely
predator doesn’t lurk on the lamb
it lurks on its pretiness
the magical way it lives in its own world
seeing the grass greener
whereas predator doesn’t see grass
just the lamb
the little lamb
my mom
my beautiful sad mom
in a world filled with the greenest grass
topped with the prettiest flowers
in a world i thought i’d live for eternity
till i found out she made a bargain
letting the fox in the hen house
after seeing a lamb of its own roaring
displeased that pink topped grass is only exclusive in her own world
she must have wanted to check how outside was
too scared to let me out
too respectful of my curiosity to let someone in
i wonder how hard must it have been
to give up what she had created
me
and her flowers
as her flowers rotted
her grass got browner
her limbs got weaker
her lamb got angrier
roaring
louder than any lion
i
sorry i am mother
for not knowing what it's like outside
i
sorry i am mother
for thinking of the greener grass
believing i could find it outside
if not
make it in my own
just like you did
i
sorry i am mother
for bringing destruction to your creation
to build mine
i
sorry i am mother
for i can't appreciate your grass as well as you do
i
sorry i am mother
for i see myself as a lion
but being your lamb
i
i sorry i am mother
for feeling so good in your world
and trying to dictate if i am elsewhere
to find out if
truly i can
roar
to one that's out to
kill the flowers
i
sorry i am mother
for wanting to be both a predator capable of killing
what's out to kill
that gives life
and a white little prey
that's out to watch
the little ants
build a home
in a home i build
amidst the greenest grass
i
sorry i am mother
for not knowing the sisters and the brothers of the killers of the flowers that i'd kill
would come back to kill your flowers
as they can't kill me
and they can't kill you
but if your flowers die
i die
im sorry for
killing you mom
i just wanted
more flowers
i just
i just wanted them for my kids
im sorry mom
im sorry
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