Writing Prompt

My grandmother always told me that life was a messy bundle of joy,

That heartache brought unimaginable warmth,

That the universe would keep moving regardless.

My grandmother never failed to show me how misery was still a story,

How betrayal was just the twisted part of mystery,

And loneliness was evidence of bond long gone.

They were all my grandmother ever knew.

They were all what I would ever...

My grandmother always told me

She loved me

But I never listened.

And now that she’s dead,

I can never be forgiven.

I wonder how she thought of me,

I wonder how she felt,

I wonder was she lonely,

Or content in her hell.

For she treated my mother like

A child of another,

Had her beaten apart by her own older brother,

Made her quit her job for a stranger’s wedding,

Attacked her character in every ...

This take on the prompt is actually just an edited version of my previous attempt. “Makeup” is about being told you’re pretty, but only believing it’s because of the, well, _makeup_. The ending is altered, to share that you don’t need your makeup for others to find you pretty. Also, new title, maybe? Which is a better fit, “Makeup” , “Gorgeous” , or [other]?

Anyways…

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My grandmo...

My Granny always told me stop running out the door to play in this chilly weather without your jacket on; I don’t want you getting sick

But as a kid nothing phased us so I would tell her “stop being silly” and giggle before she told me again it’s not silly little girl it’s chilly so please bundle up

My Granny always told me don’t jump as high as you can on the trampoline you’ll fall and hurt yo...

My grandmother always told me to not wander to the backyard. “The demons they lurk back there, back there where the Gods are not watching”

My grandmother always told me to not eat apples on Sunday’s, as it would upset the Gods. My grandmother warned me to not upset the Gods.

My grandmother always told me she could NEVER tell me where the gods were.

My grandmother always told me the gods were w...

My grandmother always told me

That the world was always a nasty place

No matter how you looked at it

Nasty things occurred

And

Nasty things occurred frequently

But,

It is up to you to change that

You can shape the perfect world

With just a little bit of care

And a lot of commitment,

You can change this world

Into what it was meant to be....

Grandma always told me, great stories from her past

Of how she had to struggle, to make the produce last

Of how she relied on her children, to take care of each other

Of how one of my aunties, was like a second mother

Of how she suffered prejudice, because of the browness of her skin

Of how she converted Grandpa, and got the blame again

Of how she suffered through it, with the help of neighbors an...

My grandma always told me

That my mother was ungrateful

her baby sister was irresponsible

Shirking her responsibilities of her zillion kids

My grandma always told me

My uncle could do no wrong

Doesn't matter that he touched his baby sister

We will sweep that under the rug

My grandma always told me

That my Aunt was always ready to argue

That the sky was green and that she

Was the most deserving of...

My grandmother always told me

to visit the city of love.

She reminisced about it all -

the dance, the smiles, the people she kissed -

and to me, clear it was - what she missed

no tower, no city, no particular place.

for eyes her up lit

on that indelible face

and me, at this young age,

i got enraptured by her tale

i had to take a taste

of her vigorous cocktail,

that bursts out of chests and

and li...

My grandmother always told me to keep clean

To not leave things out

to tidy up

and to stay presentable

If I ever learned one thing from her it was how to clean

How to do the dishes

how to look fresh

how to store things away

So thank you grandma I think

As I use her tricks

to hide the blood and body...