i am a grown woman crying
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i am a grown woman crying
when i hang up with my mother
i have friends who think i'm great
but they do not know
what boils under the surface of my smile
they do not know the death of my sister
that killed my mother
my crack smoking brother
who kills my mother
my woman-loving, cheating father
who brings women home to wait while he changes
who killed my mother
and all the stories since and in between
that make me wonder why my hair is not white
no one knows the strength it takes
to break through the ice cold walls
my mother arbitrarily puts up
and the hours i spend blocking out
the endless stories of emotional misery
and to always be told
that i do not understand
to hang up peacefully with a "goodnight"
and turn into my pillow and cry
at the age of 27 going on 28
-anonyfemous
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