Is harmony at home that fucking important
More important than morals
Than basic decency
Than basic fucking respect
That you cut off your tongue
Forgo your right to speak
Pander to silence
And tremble at the thought of
. damn, incurring his wrath

Has he any right to wrath

(Have I?)

But more irksome is how you
Express such strong dissent
And yet
.

What sort of relationship is it when
One is afraid, abhors, telling the other
The glaring problems he/she has with him/her?

[Oh, hold that. Maybe I know just how that fucking feels.
Fucking DejaVu.
Return of the haunting ghosts.]

Or perhaps, sadder, the attitude is
Why tell, when the other is unteachable?
Futile, and achieving a grand volatile slambangwalkout;
Why tell, indeed. Why tell.

Why should I be included in this abhorrent cycle?
This dishonest conspiracy?
[the curse of the ridiculous, Educated, Empowered Female.]

And the case for filial piety.
Asian Values. [yes, we know that is inherently flawed.
but can you change how deeply entrenched it is?]

Stupid, ridculous state of affairs.
I'd rather be empowered and walk
Than stay and be submissive.

[yes, yes. completely unfilial. completely bought over the stuff from the other end of the map.

But maybe people have been misguided all along.]

Scared of fucking everything.
Am I just young and stupid, uncaring,
Unaware of why I SHOULD BE SCARED OF EVERYTHING;
Or, is that just wrong for every age?

The question is, is it that I am not acculturated

Acculturated into What?

Should I BE?

Everyone just keeps fucking quiet;
Is silence the fucking way to go?