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Jan 2019
I live in a palace
of broken glass
ten times, one
hundred times
I land
I land on
my broken ***
O Daddy
o daddy
why did you
******* me
like this
ten times
one thousand
times, a broken
dish, reflected
you me YOU ME
ah f
and so
each time you
did this to me
I became the child
you abandoned
again and
again
I've grown to
despise holidays
because the include
you and all of your
solid assurance that
I'll keep your secret
Daddy I cannot bear
to be anywhere
near you
you wreck me
you break me
into these f
ing
prisms
and so the only way
to lose you is to lose
all of the pieces of
me
F* YOU
DAD!

(Merry Christmas
so...)
(it seems Hello Poetry is censoring my poems so I'll just go ahead and do the censoring for them? I've always had a ***** mouth but I believe these four letter words have a place in poetry, they really do, especially with regard getting across a certain way of speaking, idioms, and all of that good stuff)
Jennifer Beetz
Written by
Jennifer Beetz  55/F/USA
(55/F/USA)   
100
     trf, --- and Rich Hues
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