It's funny, isn't it
How words, phrases, sentences, change meanings in ways you never thought was possible
It's funny, isn't it
How possible is one of those very words
Growing up, possible determined the intricacies and difficulties of the task at hand
Grown up, possible was a lot more about how I was never good enough
It's funny, isn't it
That the father I was expected to idolise, is the same father who beat me and didn't stop till my skin was thick enough to hurt him back
It's funny, isn't it
That the mother I was expected to feel indebted to, is the same mother who didn't blink an eyelid before making a sacrificial lamb of my self-respect in front of a thousand strangers, to prove a point, to win the battle of egos
It's funny, isn't it
How once, not very long ago, ba ba black sheep was a nursery rhyme, and yet today, ba ba black sheep is the truth of my life, for that's what they call the ones who don't fit the prescribed standards of a family
It's funny, isn't it
How what was once the blood in their veins is now the clots on the linen of my shirt, as I murmur softly in my heavy breath "ba ba black sheep", and the curtains fade
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