Monsters make us better
Children give us wrinkles
And smiles as well.
Monsters make us monsters to,
Monsters make us human
The best of me and you.
Monsters of women
And men
I cannot
Pretend,
Now I'm not a monster
Because my daughter said I'm a ballerina like her
And ballerinas can jump high.
So maby
I will jump over
The past
Present
And future.
And jump over all the
M
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N
S
T
E
R
S.
To make me the better human being I need to be.
For me
And for my little
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