I forgot to be a child,
with numbers and with words.
I never screamed to break the silence,
I never cried til I was warm.
When I was born, I sat straight-faced,
or slept in discontent.
My mother was a patriot,
my father paid the rent,
my brothers bred in violence,
my sisters swallowed swords,
I just laid in paint and uttered nonsense words.
I made up brand new numbers,
I saw the seven signs,
I never played pretend,
and I liked to stand in lines.
I heard them call my name,
and imagined I had none.
I just sat in silence,
as your quiet, simple son.














Comments
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1 in 4 women will be abused in their lifetime.
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1 in 4 women will be abused in their lifetime.
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B: Is it raining?
A: I think they're spitting at us.
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B: Is it raining?
A: I think they're spitting at us.
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1 in 4 women will be abused in their lifetime.
"my brothers bred in violence,
my sisters swallowed swords,
I just laid in paint and uttered nonsense words"
wonderful
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"No time for the old in and out; I've just come to read your meter"
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B: Is it raining?
A: I think they're spitting at us.
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