you ever hear a hunger cry?
your ears ever ring from the screams from a starving being?
it is one of the most mournful things i have ever heard.
&
i ,too, have cried from starvation from a woman who probably doesn't remember the feeling of when she kissed my tear streaked cheeks,probably doesn't remember the sound of my voice begging for another unneeded thing, probably doesn't know how the construction crew left a parts of me out.
would she even recognize this sad, starved baby she left on my father's stoop?
no matter how hard i cry,
how loud i scream for redemption,
she will not hear me. & what a shame how she missed this starved thing bloom into a ,still, starved baby but with strong lungs for screaming proudly, a heart cracked but patched with scotch tape & the love of everyone who is not my mother.
would she recognize the battle scars she left on my skin from a war she will never win?
i still love her. only out of obligation but i hope she nows even that is more than she deserves.
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Fragmentation
PoetryFragmentation// the process or state of breaking or being broken into small or separate parts. ××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××× It's hard for me to complete my poems. And I finally decided to share some of my poetry with strangers. These...
