Parallel Lines

From my Old Poems collection

Photo by Will Suddreth on Unsplash

Beth, they wanted it all from us
The milk of our mothers
The light in our eyes
To take us like Playdough
And mold to their bodies

Parallel lines we went
And died the same death
We’re reminiscent
And different now

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Elle Beau ❇︎

Elle Beau ❇︎

Dispelling cultural myths with research-driven stories. My favorite word is “specious.” Not fragile like a flower; fragile like a bomb! Twitter @ElleBeau