LIKE A COMMON POPPY, WOMEN IN MY LINEAGE ARE MEADOWS,
SELF-SEEDING THERE OWN MEADOW AROUND THEM,
ONLY NEEDING RAIN

LONG LINE OF ABUSE, BETRAYAL, ABANDONMENT,
FROM MOTHER TO FATHER, MEN TO WOMEN
PARENTS ABANDONING, CHASING YOU DOWN,
YOUR MOTHERS FLEETING, SHE IGNORES YOU

SIPPIN ON WINE BOTTLES,
GIRLS WHO WANTED A FAMILY WHO LOVED,
APPRECIATED THEM AND WHO WOULD PICK THEM FROM THE GARDEN.