Critters
As a young girl I wouldn't have been surprised if a roach came crawling out of my mouth
As a young girl I wouldn't been surprised if my pillow was made out of rats.
As a young girl I wouldn't have been surprised if a raccoon was my best friend.
As a young girl I wouldn't have been surprised if my mom disappeared for a week
As a young girl I wouldn't have been surprised if I covered head to toe in dirt
I see the critters as they crawl
There is no difference between the critters and I
I'll crawl too.
I'll eat off the floor
I'll steal food
I'll survive
I'll become a critter too
A critter I became
A critter I did not stay
I say goodbye to all of my friends
But hopefully I do not become a critter again.
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