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my father met my mother on the train tracks
leading out of Hackensack, New Jersey.

she was clad in blue and embossed with blisters;
he was wearing a black sweater and had a stumbling tongue.

the night they exchanged promises, the moon
was hiding under a cool blanket of factory smoke.

my mother wore a black n’ beige dress,
my father was decked in the finest leather shoes.

their love was a budless stem:
to appreciate it, you had to do some gardening.

the botany of our family is complicated.
i am a shovel and my brother is soil.

my mother is a watering hose and
my father sets with the sun. come winter,

she will freeze in time and we will
barely see him through the clouds.

the occasional drought will manifest into our lineage,
but my mother will burst like a floodgate.

sometimes, it'll get so cold that the crops will be frostbitten,
but my father will break the barrier of clouds.

i will help dig my brother out of messy situations
and we will be

just a plot of land on the map of our family forest,
strengthening our roots like black n’ blue on the train tracks.
i'm not writing about broken relationships anymore!!! be proud of me!!!

(i'll be back to it in no time, don't worry)

UPDATE 3.12.14: spoken word track heyyy :…
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shehrozeameen Featured By Owner Mar 15, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
:) This deserved the feature. I mean it.

I loved this work, but when I heard you reciting it in soundcloud, I was literally clapping and going "now that's good editing and execution". This isn't me being flattering, just saying that this poem suited the theme portrayed in that soundcloud clip.

The poem itself, does have a lyrical portrayal honestly speaking. I liked how this poem flowed from the beginning to how the parents met, and then proceeded to describe how they are all knit together (using the Earth as a medium to compare the way they all held each other together was well done honestly). And frankly speaking, it was a balanced work, and the ending lead back to the beginning making it cyclical (I love cyclical :la: )

Thanks for writing this work :) Truly.
learningtobefree Featured By Owner Mar 15, 2014  Student Writer
thank you so much for the feature & all your kindness! 

i appreciate it :)
shehrozeameen Featured By Owner Mar 15, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
:) You're welcome.

Hey, do you have any more works I can read? Send a note, I'll try to take out time to give them a comment as well.
learningtobefree Featured By Owner Mar 16, 2014  Student Writer
you can go ahead and look through my gallery, all my work is there!
shehrozeameen Featured By Owner Mar 17, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
I'll be sure to :)
Irixian Featured By Owner Mar 4, 2014  Professional Writer
"Their love was a budless stem."

Dude. Duuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuude.

learningtobefree Featured By Owner Mar 4, 2014  Student Writer
;) ;) ;)
MaryItIs Featured By Owner Feb 28, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
I really like this. Black and blue in the end reminded of the dresses the mother wore ; what did it actually mean to say? ( Sorry )
learningtobefree Featured By Owner Mar 1, 2014  Student Writer
the black & blue is meant to be the blue dress my mother wore and the black sweater my father wore when they met on the train tracks
MaryItIs Featured By Owner Mar 1, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
I thought so! Awesome job!
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