The Self-Fulfilling Prophecy, My Mother Wrote for Me

At my core I am just a small, crocheted girl Laying in the bottom of my childhood treasure chest In the same pink dress With only half of my blonde hair Sewn on to my head A blank cotton face Only blue eyes stitched in And Momma always said: “I’ll get to it” I’m sorry she said I hope that she meant it.

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miriam-harrington

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