I call him Oedipus,

He’s a Motherfucker…

No, not of his own, but

The man who caused the divide

Between my mom and her lover;

My Father,

Who gave love and life to me’n’his daughters,

My sisters…

Listening to Pink’s Family Portrait

While lookin at our Family Pictures,

But of course

Those that came before the fall of the house of trust…

Now it seems like we’re nothing but Dust and Shadows,

Seeds planted, lay Fallow,

But please don’t ask though I’m just trying to keep things going…

Ask me questions like I’m the all knowing,

I don’t have answers, I’m but a year past twenty three…

Plus I don’t even know if it happened

So this ignorance has turned to cancer that bleeds.

The seed that is my sister of ten years less,

I know I don’t have all the answers but for her

The answer’s always yes.

Some days seem like a painful pitiful test

That I chalk up to character building…

But she’s just hit puberty; I can’t fathom what she’s feeling.

Maybe reeling and wailing, I feel I’m failing to keep her afloat…

At times I feel homeless and hopeless,

Hopefully she’ll keep thing in scope, and realize that

This too shall pass.

Sange Khodatra Sangeen Negahdar*, Reza

Keep your stone heavy, Don’t compromise your class……………….

Sange Khodatra Sangeen Negahdar, Reza

Keep, Your, Stone, Heavy…

But it starts to feel more like glass, and

In my meantime she asks if things’ll get better,

I feel that they won’t, but I say that they will….

And in doing so I’ve betrayed her trust

Cuz she swallows my optimism like a pill.

If only there were a spoonful of sugar,

If only I were Mary Poppins…

If only I knew some families came with a shelf-life like milk,

Our time has come and we’ve gone rotten…

I know it sounds like I’m droppin the ball,

But, I swear, if anything I’ve picked it up…

They ask me questions of Half-full and Half-empty,

Its not that I don’t care,

Its just that I’m happy to still have a cup…………………

*Persian Idiom-Literally translated: Keep Your stone Heavy

My translation: Never compromise yourself and respect

Love those who love you, cuz you never know when your Persian rug may be pulled out from under you…