Poority
A simple sack dress
Muddied by the bullies
Who call me names.
Cannot speak of it to
Ma. She’s sick and doesn’t
Know anything.
She made our dresses,
Lunch, and other things
Simpler.
Now, she barely makes
A sound as she struggles to
Breathe.
Random with a cynical twist of lime.
A simple sack dress
Muddied by the bullies
Who call me names.
Cannot speak of it to
Ma. She’s sick and doesn’t
Know anything.
She made our dresses,
Lunch, and other things
Simpler.
Now, she barely makes
A sound as she struggles to
Breathe.
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