We Make Mud 

 

You pretend

I pretend

We all pretend 

That it's all fine

 

Underneath— angst is brewing 

But we try our best

To both appear kind 

 

You pushed

And pushed

And I pushed back

 

I think that you see white

You think 

That I see black

 

From other planets

But bound by blood

I am the rain—you are the soil

Without intention— we make mud

 

You won't play fairly

You won't play nice

All on your terms

Not an inch of compromise 

 

I try my best to see through your eyes

But you won't walk a day in my shoes

Whichever way I play this

I always seem to lose

 

And so — we stay

Speaking languages— that we both don't understand

In theory we are sisters

But we derive from different lands