One of Us

Are you one of us?

A broken home.

Where’s mom? Where’s dad?

People are talking. Spreading rumors,

I’ve heard so many…

Mostly fantasized, the kind where

imagination was involved.

Wanna know what’s the least popular?

The truth.

He’s lying. She’s lying.

How the hell is this shit supposed to make any sense,

if those who were at fault continues to point fingers.

Where’s the justice in that?



How do you get over a heart break?

Dealing with all the heart ache?

Convinced myself that I

completely moved on,

but in reality I only forced

the idea inside this head of mine.

The love that I once had for you

no longer exist, and it’ll stay that way tomorrow too.

Yet I failed to acknowledge

that I’m still broken within,

scarred inside, deep down below.

Straight up to the core,

where you’ll find my roots.

How do you deal with all the pain?

When everything is built through anger and rage?


Grandma had a boyfriend.

He was half her age. Younger. To me, they were an odd couple.

We weren’t rich, didn’t have much except each other;

but sometimes that’s not enough.

What about money? What about the rent? What about the water?

What about the electricity? What about school uniforms?

What about food? Are we even going to have a meal today?

What if this happened? What if that happened?

Questions racing inside my head.

Inside a seven year old little girl’s mind.

With him around we were somehow able to avoid these questions.

He has money. He has a job.

But it’s not a very decent or respectable one.

He sold drugs. Marijuana.

He offered me once, twice, so many times I lost count.

Not once have I had any of the stuff he sold in my system.

I’ve seen the process, how they made it, how they used it.

I hated him. For trying to manipulate me

as a foolish child. I was however convinced that the day will come

when I no longer have to live with an addict and pusher.