Six sullen ghosts swinging around a tree

Diamond little red flower growing

Younger and brighter

No healing powers observed

But why would that be important

When we already have so much science

Slow going

I cry when I can’t feel hope

I fly when I can’t feel love

Every day

No matter what you say

Called back to the system

I don’t think they want to steal me I think they’re annoyed with it

I know what I’m doing

Or I don’t and I don’t care

I love the babies

My babies

Who aren’t mine

Mothers hate me

Unless I’m theirs

But no one wants me

Not really

My mother regrets me

I’ve known for some time

The pearl in the belt always accepts me and holds me tightly

Until I can stand on my own

But this world is so heavy

I prefer being outside

If I have no love

I go love everything else

Yes.

Every day.

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