Every word of this poem is about ME

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Humor  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: September 05, 2018

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September baby born in the south to single young mother of 7 others born in months i do not know or care about. Cowboy boots i loved, taken from me like the life of my young worn out mother’ s womb. Seven others who don’t care about the month i was born. they speak in whispers of the mother who no longer lives and of the girl child who is now left alone. 


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