Posted by
Teresa Flisiuk
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Category:
By Blanka
Mother, If You Could See Me Now
Mother,
If You could see me now
Could You figure out how
My smile, my shape, my gait, my brow
Have all gone down
Did they drown?
Am I unhappy?
Or was I once
Experiencing an ounce
Of what they call
Gladness, joy, happiness, escape
These feelings I cannot drape
Over my shoulders
Like a gilded cape
Am I the image that life raped?
Am I the one left all alone?
Heart torn up, mouth agape
And if they get me
(Already did)
Can I escape
Can I get rid
Of them around me
The [...] inside me
Mother,
If you have to
Will you hide me?
Should you, though
I know I can’t
She shall walk in her own damned cant
Should I treasure, hide and gleam
Or teach and push and squeal and steam
Am I the mother or the daughter?
What lessons learned from
One or other?
Can I be one and not another?
Mother,
If You could see me now
Could You figure out how
My smile, my shape, my gait, my brow
Have all gone down
Did they drown?
Am I unhappy?
Or was I once
Experiencing an ounce
Of what they call
Gladness, joy, happiness, escape
These feelings I cannot drape
Over my shoulders
Like a gilded cape
Am I the image that life raped?
Am I the one left all alone?
Heart torn up, mouth agape
And if they get me
(Already did)
Can I escape
Can I get rid
Of them around me
The [...] inside me
Mother,
If you have to
Will you hide me?
Should you, though
I know I can’t
She shall walk in her own damned cant
Should I treasure, hide and gleam
Or teach and push and squeal and steam
Am I the mother or the daughter?
What lessons learned from
One or other?
Can I be one and not another?
Doesn't this all sound crazy?
This is GROSS NEGLIGENCE, that should not and will not go unpunished.
These tragedies have changed the Flisiuk family forever, unfortunately we will never recover. LSU never sent one comment or sympathetic word in their mistreatment that led to the death of my sister Blanka. This tragedy sent my father to a downhill spiral for 2 years, until ultimatley he killed himself. Right out side the hospital where Blanka died. Yet no body even attempted to stop him. I will tell you that if he tried to commit suicide in small town Augusta Maine, some body would of called the police or stopped him. The police in that chaotic New Orleans are not be trusted however, they are the real bad guys. I promise you...all of you readers, something is wrong here, these are definetley NOT normal deaths. Take some time to read this blog, and to explore all our other websites and videos. Follow our links, and feel free to post comment. Open your eyes and you will learn we were all just victim to a string of legalized murder.
Papa and Blanka and Clancy, we all miss you, we all want you back. Life has been cruel to you both. I'm sorry.
I really love you both.
Franciszek