….fierce eyes
bringing my
words back again
wringing dry
clothes washed in blood
reminding the eye
of the colors set deep underneath
“didnt your mothers have sex?”
she demands
“and didnt your mothers work?”
“and so why you think it so bad
when sex
and
work
be brought together by our mothers?”
“but what about the children?”
asks an ivyleague rescue operation
“they ours”
she says simply
“to protect and parent”
and yet…..
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