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Who do you think you are, disarming my arms?
I’m a memory; tween girl wronged, such harm.
Life wasn’t kind to a child, such as I,
“Girl be quiet;” he hit me, my soul flies.
Woman, my mother, your fault it is not,
You didn’t know his secrets; but I fought.
My own fault lay, his anger inciting,
Daddies drunken rage; I went out with spite.
Ironically, you see; I shoved hard with both–
My arms, strong enough to make him me loath.
Hands claw at his throat; blind him in one eye,
He’s in prison; and I with angels sigh.
Each day I see you cry with regret Mama,
Your every breathe, sobbing from what you saw.
Words apologizing for not being there,
How could you know? Woven in your despair.
Carved statue; youthful glow, eternal girl child,
My soul hovering; watch statue defiled.
Did the marble break? No quality of stone?
Smooth form, my likeness made; please understand —
My soul’s not here kept; I’m where clouds form rain,
My life’s c’est fini; God will heal your pain.
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