Mothers Day

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I remember.
Distill and purified inside
But I still rememeber.
The screams past midnight.
My sleepy calm.
I had school the next day.
Pill poppin'.
Adulterous acts.
Hitting and screaming.
I had bruises the next day.
Poor dad, poor brother, bitch sister.
I had school the next day,
With him.
Hitting amd touching, please stop.
I had cuts the next day.
I wore gentle pants the next day.
I remember.
So do you.
Both of you, dead or alive.

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