Am I a monster for the things I've done, or the things I will do?
Tell me mother, which did you choose those nights in the living room,
When you dipped your words in venom and used them against your child;
Who I was, or who you turned me into?
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Growing Out My Hair Again
PoetryA poetry book for people recovering from trauma, for survivors, lovers, and people who aren't sure about their place in the world.
