Always be sure to wash yourself with a sponge.
There are things in life more worth trying to escape
Than the deafening roar of an unexpected thunderbolt.
He really loves you when he gives you a diamond.
He doesn't really love you when he poisons your blood.
Be careful when you write not to spill your ink.
My mother gave me these lessons, written in ink.
Even a small, unnoticeable drop of blood
Can ruin even the finest, most beautiful diamond,
She would say in-between claps of a thunderbolt.
She wanted me to learn, because she had failed in her escape,
The only thing she managed to save was her mind, a memory filled sponge.
The boat that brought her here rode on tears and blood,
She says, her eyes glaze over, a diamond.
She brushes her hair in front of her eyes, covering diamonds with ink
I watch her intently, soaking in her love like a sponge.
My father's roar interrupts us, a thunderbolt.
Which signals within me a need to escape.
I could see it in my mother's eyes, escape!!
Escape from this life, my life, the thunderbolt.
Run far away and be sure to take more than just a sponge
This was the lesson she dared not to write in ink
I realized then that my mother didn't own a diamond
And in her veins flowed poisoned blood.
The strongest material in the world is a diamond
My mother's eye is not. For he hit it and from it leaked ink.
My mother may have left the Old World but she could not escape
Her husband. This she paid for in blood
I wanted to soak up her tears with a sponge
Remove them from her life. The thought was a thunderbolt
Bright and sudden in my head. I hate my thunderbolt
It is ugly and bright. It is sharp, unlike a sponge.
It causes sadness in my mother; it causes blood.
And all because she lacked the will to escape
From him; but I didn't. my mother left me her words, written in ink
And they haunted me, as did the absence of her diamond.
My father cleaned the ink with my mother's sponge.
I made the escape from my father's thunderbolt.
And my mother's eyes, her only diamonds, were stained with blood.
