We reap what our parents sow
Their words falling into our heads like apple seeds into the ground
We grow into our skin
Molded by words
Fueled by anger
We trust no one
Because they might leave us
Like they did
We reap what we sow
We can always make lemonade
Out of lemons.
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November- #aseverythingturnsgrey
PoetryIn the month of November, writers Kat Savage and J.R. Rogue are hosting a series of writing prompts called #aseverythingturnsgrey . These are my contributions. Enjoy!
