“Song”
I heard a song
It said I wish you loved me less
I don’t think you could
I don’t know what unwanted daughters are supposed to do
As we dance across broken landscapes
Begging for hope
But I’m tired
As I dip my hand in the water
Of the flowing creek
That let me be discarded
My mother tried to kill me
She should have used a gun
My father continues to ignore me
Lovers punch me in the face
Because they can
So maybe I’ll just lie down
At the bottom of the mountain
And watch the grass grow
Until my swollen head
Calms down
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