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My Family's Legacy (Madison Elizabeth-Lafayette, LA)

My mother
Gave me a hardworking martyr complex
My father
Gave me micromanagement and perfectionist qualities
My brothers
Gave me a bossy attitude and need to compete
My sister
Gave me a baffled sense of discomfort and inadequacy
My family bequeathed unto me these personality traits 
They like to sharpen the edges of my failings against the blades of their fear and fanaticism
Pushing away someone they can't stop loving but are unable to interact with
Our relationships have turned into
Grocery lists of our days and edited versions of old anecdotes 
We all tiptoe around our inability to look each other in the eye
They refuse to acknowledge my opinions as valid 
They belittle me
While sitting on their high horses in the clouds
I can't help but wonder what they would really think
Of my happy dirty frolics down here on the ground 
If they could stand in my shoes even for a moment
But they cover their eyes and turn away
Denial makes the pain of growing up and apart seem invisible
You formed me and made me the woman I am today,
Why can't you stand to look at me?
If I am anything, it is the very legacy of your love
The moment you became a family, embodied 
What should bring a feeling of belonging
Only gives me a sense of loss.


  1. Wow, so sorry to know you think so little of us. Dad


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