DEATH TO CHILDREN

DEATH TO CHILDREN

Dear Father:

I was a glove turned inside out

Softness showing, and worn.

I lived in a secret world below your belt.

I tried to be like other children

But lacked their tough skin.

I tried to be what you wanted

But I was just a child, afterall �

When you bring a child into the world

You are giving it not only life, but death

And the skull becomes its own tombstone.

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