Baby Dee

Them.

A kiss, theirs. Furious-mad'n young.

White ouch, my eyes. Hurt.

Mommy.

Good.

 

Not them.

A scream, mine. Delirious-sad'n hung.

Light crouch, my cries. Inert.

Mommy gone.

Misunderstood.

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
Our world
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