Innocence of the unloved
By freda
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she brings me milk because I'm thin
she holds my head and makes me drink
so that her breast will not heat up and glow
in company
and I must curtsey
smile say thankyou
and hello
he teaches me to suffer and eat shit and I must say thankyou
to god for this
also
thankyou for raising me from the dirt
redeemer
and my song must echo just as fresh as songs sung by another
bird
caged in every good child's heart
they teach me how to sing and dance like this until I learn
that I'm no good
and then they wonder
why I stand amongst them waiting
watching waiting
and their wonder
takes the form of anger
that I don't sleep
and their anger is as old and formal
as the one who stole the life they mourn
my eyes my ears my parents sigh for other innocents
not yet guilty
light as tombs
un
born
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