speak glimmers of change

I've been thinking a lot about anger
about how angry I am
How I was maybe
born into this

I watch my mother sometimes
she is beautiful
in every light
but she is nervous
and does not always use her voice

My father speaks over me a lot
I am constantly defeated
by my own silence
With these two initiatives
I try to reconcile
talking in between
and not speaking at all

The past,
the future
of me
Is a constant battle
a struggle, towards acceptance
I am working
to be visible
And to approve of myself
As easily seen
As unnoticed
in shadows of the same light
of a different time

tonight

the moon is bleeding out
it is
you say
and i wonder,
when, how, why
won't you look at me
that way

with disbelief and wonder
and a stronger desire
to understand and achieve
some great love
and another power