Category : Poems
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I will never understand my grandmother,
Always compared my intelligence with of my cousin.
Always saying she's the smartest.
Has no idea that the knife
Remained in my wound,
Still bleeding in my chest since then.
She compared myself to others,
Believe that I would remain mediocre.
But as my uncle used to say:
"Roxana, no one can take away
The knowledge you have accumulated".
I never understood the people
Who ran for beauty,
And when the wrinkles furrowed the partners faces,
The relationship was cancelled.
Watch out for words,
They can kill people who still want to live.
Which remain as an echo,
Deepening the wounds.