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by Jewnbug
Thirstin fo affection
cradle me next 2 mi momas womb
punches came like tremors
hard moving
hard restin
momas cryin
daddy almost killed me
young lady, no longer a baby
datin n matin
he’s beatin me daily
my child & me escapin
2 b beat bi another man
we r outkast in a land
runned bi vessels dat posses demons
dat justify me & mi child
livin on da streets
eatin scraps
washin up wit paypatowels in public baths
mi only means of livin
u call trash
Hey I ain’t no garbage!
but u r a garbage man
robbin me
rapin me
Why do u hate me?
Flesh&Bone&Sprit
me & mi child growin
without sunlight
without spring water
growin as one with eachother
child and mother.
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