my brother and I witnessed a funeral
of families breaking apart
we gather dirt under our fingernails
ten black half moons
trying to bury it all
of families breaking apart
we gather dirt under our fingernails
ten black half moons
trying to bury it all
I cannot look at the motherland
she will be disappointed
my tears are never enough to make love
grow from her lap
but I know it is there because
that is where I came from
sometimes I feel like crawling back into her
I want to scream that she left me too early
burst me out of my house
how do you talk to a mother
without breaking her heart
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Kaja van den Berg is a 23 y/o writer, blogger and English student from Germany. She’s an enthusiast for rain, books, art and people. Her work includes poetry and prose, as well as song lyrics.
