What To Do When Family Hates You, A Black Sheep’s Memoir

Growing up is hardly ever a smooth sailing transition. Before you get to open waters, you’ve got to watch out for the riptides. Interestingly, for better or for worse, we’re not alone. That’s where family comes in. They’ve got your back. They are all you’ve ever known. They assure you that you can always feel safe with them.

But that’s not always the case now, is it? We live in a reality where life is never a one-size-fits-all scenario.

Going back to the topic of growing up, it is a journey that calls for tough decision making. There are no ‘right’ or ‘wrong’ choices. All that exists are the ones you make, and that calls for you to be wholly responsible for them. It is only natural that not everyone can agree with your wants and needs. It goes without saying that they just don’t see themselves in them.

In such cases, the right thing is hardly ever the best thing. This is the part of growing up where your perceptions of the people you once grew up with changes. You will begin to mould your own definition of the concept of family. And that’s okay. Change is the only thing that is constant, and family dynamics aren’t an exception to that.

Here are some things you could do when you feel hated by your loved ones. Let’s give you an idea on how to work through negative sentiments healthily.

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The Dynamic Of A Pram – A Poem

Innocent, you looked up
At the world that walks and talks,
And you tried to sit up
To absorb the wonder of it all

Yet you yourself were restrained
By harsh black Velcro that had you framed
Like a crayon picture for motherly inspection.

Restrained, thus detached,
From your mother and the world:
One only needs logic
To systematise the effect of this cause.

It was a shame when you looked up
And saw your gentle mother
Looking not at you, but the same
Talking-walking world that you were watching

So you winced, and cried, not just for yourself
But for the family unit as it manifests
In today’s absent world.

In short, we are out of touch; asynchronous
With not only the present, but our identities:
The days when mother held child
Like monkey held infant are receding
Like rainforests in the new age.

Infancy encapsulates
The most formative of days,
So every position, every situation
And every sigh of early morning air
Can alter the course of your toy-box ship.

Announcing: Jack Lecerf Photography !

Original Photogaphy By Jack Lecerf

Hello, hello !

I hope you’re all enjoying February Haiku Month. I know I’m enjoying it; its truly a blast. I’m very happy with the momentum I’ve picked up. Likewise, it’s great to see so many new faces around !

Now, amongst other things, I’m a photography guy. Some of my poems on this site are complemented by original photos. I take great pride in my photos, and love sharing them with people. I love it when they find one they truly love.

Because I love sharing them so much, I decided to create my own, personal website for photography ! Check it out at:

https://www.jacklecerfphotography.com

There, you’ll find some of the photos you might already be familiar with, and plenty of others. Check back every now and then, and there’ll be even more. You can also follow my Instagram for updates, too:

https://www.instagram.com/jack.lecerf/

It would mean so much if you would check it out. I hope you enjoy what you see.

Thank you so much for coming to Esse Duo !

Jack.

Original Photography By Jack Lecerf