i will never hope

i was never blessed with purity

the inside of me

my pieces and parts

there is no fine craftsmanship

no soft posh pink pillows

i have no trace of virgin’s lace

no safe grandmother’s embrace of cashmere

i was born rotten to the core

the daughter of shit

being born into shit

growing up in shit….

i once heard something similar about ducks

you’re a duck when you look and act like a duck

and fuck a goose or a swan-they’re all ducks

full of sharp right angles

it’s wretched to know

when the hope is drained

and the lights go out

when the only love you know

shows nothing but contempt and disgust

you close your eyes

and you know you are the monster under the bed

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