The Family You Whisper About

My family is the type, small towns like this and prissy woman like you divulge in
We are the irresponsible and strange
We are different than you, therefore we are less than you
We are the uncensored and we are the wild
We do not march alongside the bullshit that is your everyday gossip
We do not silently abide your boring spoken and unspoken rules
We are the family you whisper and wonder about
We are completely and irrevocably free
We do not sit and perfectly craft our children into the people we solely wish them to be
The image you are making yours, confined into solid lines
We do not utter into their impressionable ears who they shall be and who they shall judge
We do not hold them restrained with tight collars, for all of your children must be saints
Bound to never make a mistake
We do not build our children, only  give them the tools to build themselves
We do not keep our children clueless and guarded from any form of real life
We do not sit back and pretend
We are unbounded and we refuse to confide ourselves to your empty conversations
We are completely insane
Please revel in the chaos that is our lives
Please hate every fiber in our being as we stand on the outskirts of your personal hierarchy
Please make opinions on us, for your mind is far too small to ever understand raw realness
Please fear that our children corrupt yours
Please sit at your round table locked arms with the women who secretly despise you even though they are you
Please silently hate on one another and simultaneously rain on our parade
And we will dance in contempt, bathing in our recklessness
Still not giving a damn

-Haylee R. Curry