Excuse me dear, dear Honor sir;
When pointing at me please use all five fingers instead of just one
This is because your going to need all of them to count the number of times that these five fingers have
Rubbed angry bellies
OR the times that they have wiped salty tears
OR counted tiny toes
As you unfold your hand, finger by finger let it remind you of the years that I have dedicated my life to,
Momentous milestones and
Morning to midnight sniffles
All of which eventually end up with me using my own body as a Vomit Bag
OH and yes sir your Honorable Honor sir;
Please don’t mind those scaly pig nose reptiles behind me
The ones with a stomach for knees and
Arms flailing wildly like squeaking mailbox flags
They are all too busy searching for
The lost remote
Lost amongst the layers of greed that they wear for the world to see
And Yes Yes sir of Sirs
I do solemnly surrender to the fact that you have uncovered
The gaping hole inside me that I cannot hide any longer
But I will continue to graciously deny your request to fill it with
Flighty assumptions and Life’s
And Please dear Old man don’t
even bother looking me the eyes
The grey will only confuse you
It is the shade that blankets me
I thrive amid the uncertainty of it all
Violently rejecting your black and white world of lies
Like a still born baby from the womb
No cries to resound in this blank empty room
For in this grey lies my truth And the fate of Another
And in this grey is the place where I first became, MOTHER.
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