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theilliteratepoet
20/M/London
I wasn't nice to my mother My mother was a lonely woman Daughter of a farmer who I think I heard Used to touch kids Wife of many Who beat her Spat on her face and Tore her soul off her And she was a mother to me  Sometime just before my teens She made me a sandwich to take to school With a little too much Mustard in it I took a bite during my lunch break And the sharp and sickening tang of the mustard Made me sick I took the sandwich back home And shouted at her Asking why she would put so much mustard in my sandwich "Is it not nice? I thought you'd like it" she said "I like mustard here I'll eat it" I had never seen someone look so heart broken Eating what they like
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Jul 26, 2019
Jul 26, 2019 at 3:11 PM UTC
Mustard