Untold Truth

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True, yet untold
True, but cannot be told
Maybe not verbally
Maybe time will tell.

I see the mum
Who consciously or subconsciously betroth her daughter;
A form of payment to the good guy
Who in her words "has been there"
Shouldering her responsibilities,
The same gesture that chokes her own
But it doesn't matter much
The mum's will be done..
The same reason she throws a frequent pity party;
"I've suffered over you so you should serve me"
Really?
"I didn't gain a husband so I should the children"
How do I tell that living your life through another person is sheer wickedness?
How do I tell that you lost the right to determine my life, the moment you failed to make it about Him?
How do I tell that your concerns are valid but not worth putting people's life on hold?
Untold truth!

I see the dad
Who never sought to train his child.
All he had been is the one who sired a child,
What more? Nothing!
The dad who knows nothing about a child yet assumes a position of authority.
How do I tell how's impossible that mission is?
Untold truth!

I see the sis
Who would rather live a lie than own up to her short comings,
Working ass gaining nothing.
Who would rather run the rat race than ask the questions lingering within?
How would I say?
How would they hear?
How long will this truth be left untold?

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