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mom

my life started with a spice most don't recognize when its on their pallet

i ate my veggies like big girl

watched adult TV at 5am

kept u company so you wouldn'ty be lonely

grandma tried to keep the house clean when she could

she kept the cloths on our backs

she kept the food in our stomachs since u couldn't seem to make the welfare last past the 1st trip to the health food store

its were you bought the flavors of my child there and fast food

your age had nothing to do it

you were weeks past 35 the day of my birth

u never acted a day over eleven

at the age of 8 i walked to grandpa's house by myself

i looked both ways before i crossed the road

you were at home watching more TV

it was always on

till your tattooed boyfriend thought he wanted to act like family

when he was drunk

i mopped the floor right before his construction boots crossed the kitchen

he came back again

called me a ****

the day i first had ***

how funny that was

heroic tales with swords and saviors were everywhere

the books took up space on the floor along with the half empty cans of cat food

i learned flavors and smell and sounds and story's

other people tend to keep away from there kids and i'm not sure where all this leaves me now

other then addicted to curry

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