who I am
or how I’ve grown,”
a part of me hollers
as she stamps her little feet
and hurls hardened clods of dirt
at someone who isn’t there.
05.25.22 “you don’t know
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who I am
or how I’ve grown,”
a part of me hollers
as she stamps her little feet
and hurls hardened clods of dirt
at someone who isn’t there.
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