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Oct 2015
we used to find security
in blankets
acceptance
in our mothers arms
love
when daddy wiped away our tears
stories
on our grandmothers hands

and now we have insecurity
masked by money and clothes
we’re not accepted unless we have
a following, a brand
we’re told to love is to be weak
and what stories?
all I see is plastic in place of wrinkles
Michelle Fotopoulos
Written by
Michelle Fotopoulos  28/F
(28/F)   
781
   ---, kaleigh michelle and NV
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