groomed her so well, praise her lovingly
complimented her achievements,
deciding her future like my life depends . . .
not knowing i caged her, away from brutality.

my youth bleaks like steam of a crooked destiny;
constant arguments, pennies burned to fucked up sharks.
momma didn't tell me how to amplify my heart
and daddy reeks liquor smudged with nicotine as he talks.

life was indeed chaotic—
in a sense that sleepless nights,
is the greatest peacemaker that calms me down.
i promised to myself,
no child should experience this dreadful circumstance.

nothing lasts forever, i escaped this prison;
married a fine man — built our fountain of love —
who died out of cancer after i birthed an angel.
i was in state of  hollow, life subsides my will to live.

obsessed to be better, i coped up with my newfound daylight.
i combed her hair like Mother Gothel.
protected her from tinge of constraints,
and set a place, heavily tinted with rose-colored glasses.

i thought for once, life is not my foe.
everything is in a transparent glass picture;
it's a matter of time, when a phoenix comes—
and rebirths a tragedy befallen in my eyes.

"I killed a child!" i weep in streams of despair.
her life mirrors mine —
i shaped her world, to be worse than mine.
she's breathing, while closing her eyes.

i need to save her as i caged her. . .
she's in a distant future, not knowing what is right—
with a fake framework of facade succes—
i dolled her up . . . with empty applause and broken bird's eye view.