Russia
Russia
All I remember
was he had my globe
and said there used to be a country
called the Soviet’s Union
but then it split up
and the dad kept the children
and he looked at me
and I cried
For hours. Not wanting comfort
just to get it out of me
now when I think of that day
six years later
i remember how much
it hurt
it made my eyes burn
and my teeth ache
and my throat sting
and I tried to stop
and choked on air
and I can count the number
of times I cried since
on two hands
things were better after
you could say
there was a reason for all the pain
so I guess I know,
but I don’t understand
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