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Sep 2014
my grandmother
once held my hand
many nights,
she would explain
the process of loving
and i would simply nod my head
to justify
the heartbreak i've always felt
as a young child

my father
once held my neck
against the bathroom wall
possibly in his anger
possibly in this love
and told me that
i looked ugly when i frowned
and i would simply nod my head
to cancel out the sound
that came from him
(smile)

my mother
lost a lot
at a young age


and you
you bring all the
blood line memories
back
with your reckless love
that has truly wrecked me, love
now why you'd go ahead and do that?
Terra Lopez
Written by
Terra Lopez  oakland, ca
(oakland, ca)   
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