The Bond
I am…… Scholarship
The Bond
A story that I must keep untold
But in this rare occasion for you I will unfold
A story about a family disconnected
And grim reality that strongly affected
It was a night of happiness and rejoice
We were invited to a relative’s house and we had no choice
While getting dressed and fixing my hair
I noticed the hateful and sorrowing stare
My parents erupted like an active volcano
Screaming and cursing I had nowhere to go
It was supposed to be a day filled with pleasure
But it did not come close by any measure
In my eyes that moment was a test
To see what characteristic truly fits best
I looked my parents in the eyes
And had to find a way to reconnect the family ties
My sister in shock of the situation
It was like a scene in a waring nation
It was up to me to instigate relaxation
Even though there was no time for contemplation
As the two parts of my life clashed and clamored
I thought that they were enamored
I took them both and showed them a revelation
That we must act like a unified nation
All of us working together like the parts machine
Who knows what the other outcome would have been
This is my experience although not fond
Of how I became the family bond.
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