Grabbing light
In our mother’s homes
where we were born
I cut my self so violently out the womb
Drowned in air
I suffocated
Bu the calling for freedom was too strong
And with fawn like legs I took on the world
But sticks and stones broke through my bones,
no more home
And my hands covered in red
from trying to put it all back together
But only now have I finally learned to see
the freedom sought was never what it seemed
and without my mother’s place to hide
my bare flesh burns
from the salts of your throat
spitting lie after lie
I’ll crawl back now
to the once was home
and leave this world
from the same place
in which I was brought to it
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