Sunday, August 16, 2009

Day 27: Autobiography- part 1

She walked out of her mothers womb

hands tied to her mouth

No use in crawling


too busy holding herself the only way she knew how,


She found more comfort in her thumb than in her own mothers eyes

It was the first time she had been loved

It was the last time she would ever willingly be that vulnerable

Learning then

Tears only fill the gaps between family members

They do not belong on playground battle fields

The birth of a soldier

The doctor whispered to her father,

This ones got spunk

Teach her to fight

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