Saturday, January 29, 2011

"Indian" stealers

Inspiration: Again, my mother
Word: innocence

Sweet innocence is stolen and given in youth
severed by the double edged sword of a heated mother's words
and sewn gently into a delicate bow by the same

p.s I hate the fact they people say indian stealers but my mom always says it and the poem is about her

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