By: Katelyn Tijerina
Why should I have to cherry pick
The words I use around you
Because you can’t handle the truth?
Why should I hold my tongue
When you smell of rum
And your only goal
Is infinite numb?
Do you think I’m dumb?
Why should I stay silent
When you are all but quiet?
Complaining of the things you do for me
And not of what I do for you?
You cannot quite comprehend
The world circling outside your head,
And this is why I “must” forgive
Why you have not let me live,
I cannot sleep at night
Because we always seem to fight
Later in the day
When more alcohol is in the way.
When I say to quite you scream
You are “doing this all for me,”
Why should you always choose to stay
Quiet during the day,
But at night you pick a fight
And blame me for it the next day?
I do not think I can forgive
The world in which you make me sick
I do not think I can forgive
The terrible world in which we live.
Allusion to; Rosenblatt, Danielle. “Forgive.” Chicken Soup for the Teenage Soul III: More Stories of Life, Love, and Learning, by Jack Canfield et al., vol. 3, Scholastic Inc., 2002, pp. 112–113.
Picture from; Bittman, Mark. “Cherries Go Savory, Sweet and Boozy.” The New York Times, The New York Times, 18 June 2014, www.nytimes.com/interactive/2014/06/22/magazine/mag-22Eat-Interactive.html.
