Unruly:
Unloved: Un-nurtured
Forgotten
children, begotten of neglect,
Mothered by ambivalence
-
Of who’s
society’s afraid.
Do unto
others…
Unto others…
Unto others, until
we’re undone.
But which
others, what mothers?
-
What
goes around will still come.
A product of
your surroundings,
Of everything
you see.
You don’t
know of fair, or faith,
Or
unconditional care;
Kindness is a
stranger you avoid in the street.
Fated to a
role: they act, therefore you are.
Pushed into
corners, lost time in mauve embraces,
Your only
choice arrives: To fight or make flight…
But neither comes
to soothe loneliness’ bite.
Forgotten
children, begotten of neglect,
Mothered by ambivalence
-
Of whom I’m
not afraid.
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