I don’t like tuna fish.
I don't like it the way
I don't like
men who study
little girls
I don't like it the way
I don't like
bullies
and
rich people
who won't share
or poor
people who are
cruel to
their own kind
because they have
to put their
pain somewhere.
I don’t like tuna fish
because my mother
told me, "eat it--
it's good for you" the way
she insisted I accept
the rest of
her distasteful
lies.
I dont like how the taste
of canned tuna finds
its way back into
my mouth long
after its been swallowed
and **** out.
It reminds me of the
unbearable
that I thought I survived--
that I thought I left behind
but didn't.
By: Evelyn Augusto
Nov 30, 2017
Nov 30, 2017 at 6:33 PM UTC
I don’t like tuna fish.
I don't like it the way
I don't like
men who study
little girls
I don't like it the way
I don't like
bullies
and
rich people
who won't share
or poor
people who are
cruel to
their own kind
because they have
to put their
pain somewhere.
I don’t like tuna fish
because my mother
told me, "eat it--
it's good for you" the way
she insisted I accept
the rest of
her distasteful
lies.
I dont like how the taste
of canned tuna finds
its way back into
my mouth long
after its been swallowed
and **** out.
It reminds me of the
unbearable
that I thought I survived--
that I thought I left behind
but didn't.
By: Evelyn Augusto
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