Baba ft. Alia Gabres (Interlude)

(Alia Gabres)
Some children paint fairy tales and colours that dance vibrant
Sing skies cloudless but blue and broken skin cannot keep memories silent
Colours of dim that taste like fists; what cowardice is this?
Baba...
Father...
I know some names are lazy
They give birth to galaxies and you punched like Pluto and Mars Red dust, black holes that last... these are...
I was your broken parts
Baba...
They say men like you are lovers; bright-eyed but torn inside
Canyons that swallow up women alive
Myths and legends gave names to such monsters but no...
You were real and ever-present
So your songs of trauma; they became my inheritance
Baba...
I have carried men like you, like shrapnel
Learnt too late that no wounds are casual so flinching from lips was no different to flinching from fists
These lessons taught well before the age of six and you would think it would be easy, you would think
But midnight still bleeds the echoes we screamed
Red stills turns white for cuts on lips we were unable to hide
So with a bottle of disinfectant I have learnt... that some men... they just love different
Baba...
I know no other stranger father and some names are lazy
But I know no other... stranger... father...
Baba