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I don't look like either side of my family an outlier in plain sight soap-bleached, dry hair in puffs of smoke and rolls of skin undesirable on either side and i feel the heat could i have been born well? untangled as i felt the first few rays of light maybe meant for a different mother the storks dropped their package on the wrong address my mother, could you dry my eyes? just for the night before you empty your wallets at the big house before you ruin your liver and fill the gaps with ***** maybe i was meant for a different light a different face, a different body a different name, a different brain a different person in my mirror everyday i sing songs of wanting to escape as i rattle the metal bars on my windows i am not mistreated, rather not treated at all walking in silence as my sister freely wails her sorrows into her pillow at night tiptoeing to not be heard my brother cackles and screams slurs at the top of his lungs they were made for them perfect children of god carbon copies of my mother's face and demeanor i only through my eyes only through my eyes.
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Nov 3, 2023
Nov 3, 2023 at 1:43 AM UTC
only through my eyes
I don't look like either side of my family an outlier in plain sight soap-bleached, dry hair in puffs of smoke and rolls of skin undesirable on either side and i feel the heat could i have been born well? untangled as i felt the first few rays of light maybe meant for a different mother the storks dropped their package on the wrong address my mother, could you dry my eyes? just for the night before you empty your wallets at the big house before you ruin your liver and fill the gaps with ***** maybe i was meant for a different light a different face, a different body a different name, a different brain a different person in my mirror everyday i sing songs of wanting to escape as i rattle the metal bars on my windows i am not mistreated, rather not treated at all walking in silence as my sister freely wails her sorrows into her pillow at night tiptoeing to not be heard my brother cackles and screams slurs at the top of his lungs they were made for them perfect children of god carbon copies of my mother's face and demeanor i only through my eyes only through my eyes.
#family#belonging#escape
lunartales
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lunartales
22/F/on the moon
Nov 3, 2023
Nov 3, 2023 at 1:43 AM UTC
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