Poem: Lunes – “Keep Your Hands To Yourself” #amwriting #wordhighjuly #poetry #gigil



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Aunty no, leave my chubby —

Cheeks alone don’t, 

Pinch them; I hate it! 

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But I’m six- years-old, 

You don’t listen, 

My words have no value.

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I’m but a child to you, 

One who should, 

Be seen, but not heard.

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Mom says it’s your generation, 

But you make, 

Me feel as if I —

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Cannot breathe when you squeeze, 

Me in your, 

Flabby old arms and get —

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Lipstick all over my face, 

I’m a boy, 

Aunt Laurel; I don’t need —

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Your horrible lipstick stains on —

My face because, 

My friends tease me later.

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But mostly I wish you’d,

Stop pinching my, 

Cheeks; it hurts and I —

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Hate you, cigarette scented woman.

You tortured my —

Cousins; now you torture me.

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No one ever taught you, 

Keep your hands —

To yourself; Next time I’ll —

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Throw off your wrinkled hands, 

And show you, 

This little boy; he bites.

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