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Wire hangers .. loved like strangers

By Devilish

story time babies..
gather round'

the abuse started
before birth.
my momma said i
wasn't worth

a bunk sack
that
took three days
to find

a kind woman

stalked from the
time i could walk

i call my mother Sam
cause

i do not like green eggs
and ham

wire hangers
loved like strangers

away in a manger

no crib for a bed
wishing i was dead
but instead
being fed

semen..

no time for dreamin

and oh how the
animals loved me..

i was shown no mercy...

yet
here i am
at the palm
of your hands

along time waiting

for "that" promise land

but that lil engine

number none..

had his fun.

and when

he was done

the baby was numb

to this day

i still gnaw

at my thumbs..

but mommy

hates to be woke..

for that invokes

the demon..

so i

let her sleep

preying

that soon

the peep show

will grow old..

but i guess

that won't be

ti'l the dress

that tiny lil dress

no longer fits me.
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Written by Devilish

Published 15th Jul 2013

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Re: Wire hangers .. loved like strangers

runningturtle87

- Edited 15th Jul 2013 8:07pm

15th Jul 2013 7:15pm

Again....your insightful ability to nail the emotional crossroads of accountability and out come is a powerful engine to drive the mind transformatively out of neglegent denial and passive complicity and into a humble self-reflection.