A land I cannot call home?
A man I cannot call my father?
I was 6 when he first kissed me
By the time I was 9
years old his hand
knew every road
Every turn of hills,
Leafs and tall branches
Of that tree
that was my body.
He is not my father
He is my mother’s husband
Apr 29, 2020
Apr 29, 2020 at 7:03 PM UTC
A land I cannot call home?
A man I cannot call my father?
I was 6 when he first kissed me
By the time I was 9
years old his hand
knew every road
Every turn of hills,
Leafs and tall branches
Of that tree
that was my body.
He is not my father
He is my mother’s husband
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