the other girls I know
drank cranberry juice like red flood
and how was I to know
that it's different from my own blood?
the other kids I know
marked their arms with black spots
and how was I to know
that mine are from battles I have not fought?
weak, oblivious, and scared
momma, how is any of this fair?
when the girls danced around dandelion fields
I was left to tend to my childhood's shield
angry, ruthless, but hesitant
papa, were you like this when I was an infant?
fueled by anger, jealousy, and beers
why did you feed upon an innocent child's fear?
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Ivy Indigo
Poetrya short poetic story of an ivy whose roots climbed the wrong walls, and yet found home in another's house of stone.
