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i am sick of this war on children
this epidemic, this disease that branches out like a tree
touches every heart it get can its hands on
and the only reason it hurts so much is blood
is maternity
is the fact of life that mothers should be beloved
and you their beloved
facts aren't always true, i find
and i'm sick of this war on children
because not only does it ruin my day
it ruins theirs
because not only is my heart torn up
but theirs are turned into battlefields
because even though i've never seen the back of my mother's hand
or the ugly side of her tongue
their mothers have shown them theirs
and they are suffering
i would hold them in my ribcage like i would my own organs
i would be their coats and scarves and kiss the awful snow from their cheeks
i would fill them up with things like happiness and pride and a realistic portrait of themselves
because even though i may be younger
and even though i may be smaller —
i've heard gods marvel at how us humans can prove ourselves to be bigger on the inside
and my insides are full of room for them
for those poor
battered
lovely children.
this epidemic, this disease that branches out like a tree
touches every heart it get can its hands on
and the only reason it hurts so much is blood
is maternity
is the fact of life that mothers should be beloved
and you their beloved
facts aren't always true, i find
and i'm sick of this war on children
because not only does it ruin my day
it ruins theirs
because not only is my heart torn up
but theirs are turned into battlefields
because even though i've never seen the back of my mother's hand
or the ugly side of her tongue
their mothers have shown them theirs
and they are suffering
i would hold them in my ribcage like i would my own organs
i would be their coats and scarves and kiss the awful snow from their cheeks
i would fill them up with things like happiness and pride and a realistic portrait of themselves
because even though i may be younger
and even though i may be smaller —
i've heard gods marvel at how us humans can prove ourselves to be bigger on the inside
and my insides are full of room for them
for those poor
battered
lovely children.
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This one brought tears to my eyes.
I love the lull you created with your lines, it's talented.
Good work
I love the lull you created with your lines, it's talented.
Good work