Dirt

I have never been a fan

of creating a long-term plan

My future, not so grand

as live in this cold, harsh land

As a child I knew no affection

I hated my own reflection

grandma did try her best

she claimed I was perfection

but she could not undo the damage done

being stabbed by all the rest

The body of a woman

now traps a child inside

the child is so belligerent

and only wants to hide

she’s tired of being hurt

In nothing she has pride

the only thing she knows

is when she loves her face hits dirt.

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