mama mama, i wanna work in govurnmint! i wanna be in pitures!
i gotta bad habit.
i will be a good nun-
see how my knees bend!
mama no bred,
buy gold to eat!
lookin fab in newspaper dress-
unslit seams & bathe me clean.
mama, imma bad son.
i gotta disease!
love no body
too many stains.
i wanted sun, wanted son,
wanted sum truth & the lite
in the bred, a cross
the aisle i were the truth
& the liar, skinned knee
never happend & "never said that!"
but you knew what i thought, i didn't,
& truth never mattered, mama-
all the blood is pouring out of me
every time it rains.
you showed me how to plug it up good.
shoulders back,
sit still now, let me bleed you.
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