Must Look the Part

Must Look the Part

No one warns us about the silent, deadly damage of unacknowledged brokenness,

Or the miles of gaping wide potholes it leaves in our hearts

Like iron chains that reach way down into the depths of our souls.

In their hasty discomfort, they wrap their wounds in charade-drenched cloaks

While forcing us to swallow the bitter bile of our fractured foundations.

As we sup at the devil’s table,

Dining on lascivious lies and listening to the elders recount the sanitized version of our familial follies,

Not yet grasping the toll of so much human-inflicted carnage.

All are expected to readily participate in this putrid pot luck,

Neatly attired in our tailored threads of denial,

While the elders, knives and forks in hand, delicately dine on the remnants of our dignity.

“Chop! Chop! We must look the part!

No matter the poisonous dysfunction we’ve been forced to consume!

No, no! We mustn’t appear as shattered as we truly are!”

Our internal injuries continue to fester and any hope for healing bleeds out into our bellies,

And the pus of his filthy perdition now flows through our veins instead.

How do we love when we’ve only known this damaged brokenness that bruised our collective psyche?

How unfortunate for those who love us,

To sup at our infected table of lascivious lies.

It’s only a matter of time before we break you, too.

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Liane Elizabeth

Liane Elizabeth is a lover of all things creative, unique, spiritual, breathtaking, and beautiful. She is a writer, poet, songwriter, singer, and an unapologetic champion of the underdog. She believes in Jesus, mental health advocacy and education, social justice, gender equality, LGBTQ rights, and a little thing called “the pursuit of happiness”. Be My Unique chronicles her journey as she lives with her mental health issues, provides support and guidance for her daughter's mental health diagnoses and challenges, and her struggle to find and celebrate her authentic, unique voice in this world of copycats and clones. It exists to share her story with all her triumphs and tragedies, while she searches to find, embrace, and live her truth. But to support and encouragement as Black mothers and daughters navigate the intricacies of their unique relationships with the added hurdles of mental illness. Ultimately, it’s her desire to share with kindred souls as she works to become the best version of herself.

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