#REALMAGATL'S
POETRY OF THE MONTH
A Normal Kind
Why does she never do right?
My mama, its nearly everyday
I can’t take it
Too young to drug, yet I’m engulfed in liquor
No remorse,
Does she even care?
My body, so weak, fragile
Toes webbed, frog like
My head swindles freely,
Hanging on,
My stomach growls thunderously.
Nothing more than toxic distillation, trickling my way
Doesn’t she know I’m in here?
I kick, hit, nothing
Nothing changes.
I can tell I wont make it
My heart beats SLOWER
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