Rotten memories
Glass breaking.
Doors slamming.
Yelling.
Staring at the hurricane in my home
I just stand still
what could an 8-year-old do.
Except stand and watch in fear.
My dad would throw things at everyone
......
It was my moral duty to operate and in many people's eyes, I was admired.
I did what needed to be done and because of that, I was fired.
Four years ago, a baby was born with Down Syndrome and he had a heart defect.
Because of his mental impairment, he was a baby who his parents chose to reject.
I told the parents that without an operation, their baby would die.
They told me not to operate and sadly, I understood the reason why.
They wanted him to die because of his Down Syndrome and some others and I protested.
The parents were taken to court but the judge agreed with what the parents requested.
Even though that damn judge upheld the parents decision, I operated anyway.
I saved that baby's life but my superiors were outraged and decided to make me pay.
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In moments of solitude and silence
I lose myself, dissolved,
Delving into my past,
And I immensely think of you
I think of you,
And since you’ve gone
I am revisited by the
Frequent feeling that
I am left lost,
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She’s frequently there with an opinion…
Often willing to share free advice…
She wants us all to find a way to be happy…
And to one another she wants us to be nice…
She has forever been an wonderful mother…
And she continues to be one to this day…
But if we do something to get on her bad side…
We should do our best to stay out of her way…
......
To a place new, land new
You shall go – one day
Leaving behind memories lovely
For Papa and mama – my little fay
I knew this day, would come one day
When you would find Prince of your Dreams
You shall leave behind golden memories
of childhood, to cherish on reams and reams
......
Father was there sometimes
but where was my dad
Where was he when I was sad
Mother was there
but where was my mom
Where was she, when I cut on and on
I think my parents gave me some issues
But I don’t think it was on purpose
Im also trying to understand as to why
Why is it, that they’ve made me wanna die
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Rotten memories
Glass breaking.
Doors slamming.
Yelling.
Staring at the hurricane in my home
I just stand still
what could an 8-year-old do.
Except stand and watch in fear.
My dad would throw things at everyone
......
She’s frequently there with an opinion…
Often willing to share free advice…
She wants us all to find a way to be happy…
And to one another she wants us to be nice…
She has forever been an wonderful mother…
And she continues to be one to this day…
But if we do something to get on her bad side…
We should do our best to stay out of her way…
......
To a place new, land new
You shall go – one day
Leaving behind memories lovely
For Papa and mama – my little fay
I knew this day, would come one day
When you would find Prince of your Dreams
You shall leave behind golden memories
of childhood, to cherish on reams and reams
......
"My parents raised a fighter, but this fighter is tired"
What? A fighter? and tired?
"No, I mean... there were times when it felt like things were too heavy for me to carry."
Okay, I got your point. But here's my say.
Whenever I feel down, I always keep this in mind:
Who am I to complain?
When I can't even pay them back the
sacrifices they've made for us to survive.
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