When my mother gave birth
to me, I think she was confused.
I think she wanted something else,
but nothing felt right, so
she had another baby. And
I think when she yells at me,
she is confused. She thinks I
am all of her mistakes.
And she has no one else to blame,
so she blames her biggest one.
At night, when I feel sad,
and their handprints will not go away,
I think of the sun eating the night
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