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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