stepmother
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My evil stepmother and I became lovers and we killed my dad.We did it so that we could get all of the money that he had.We were greedy and we made sure that Dad would Rest in Peace.
A hug from a woman who's not my Mama
but has raised me nonetheless is
warmer than our run-down apartment in St. Louis.
Streetlights would allow shadows to form in my head.
They go away when I see my nephew's eyes,
Nineteen years ago,
Your son was born,
A beautiful boy with
Serious brown eyes and
Contempt for parental contact.
Seventeen years ago,
I entered the world,
An ugly pink piglet with
My name belongs to wonderland, to the black forest in which I stay
A place of magic, wonderment and the plague—that’s how I lost my father too
Mother knows best, doesn’t she? That’s why I frolic in these woods
Once upon a time,
A beautiful princess
Dressed in a bright blue ball gown
Had finally escaped from her evil stepmother.
It all seemed so typical
Until one day
Why was I cursed
For only trying to love a child?
She did not come from my womb
But how I longed
To hold her near my breast
In comfort
