Marleah Blades
Poetry, Short Fiction, Reflection.
Sunday, April 22, 2018
Day 21
The child I raised on time
thinks to distraction
will not dance
knows goodness like a
weathervane
The child I raised on freedom
wants a husband
and a tattoo
and sleeps with a snake
under her pillow
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