I Was a Child
A poem
My pleases were not good
enough plain
they needed
to be pretty: iced
topped with imaginary cherries
I was a child learning
I should beg
for what I need
and must manipulate my words
to earn myself worthy.
My pleases were not good
enough plain
they needed
to be pretty: iced
topped with imaginary cherries
I was a child learning
I should beg
for what I need
and must manipulate my words
to earn myself worthy.
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