June 11, 2009
By Anonymous

We are of inebriation
Of fornication

We are of cruel head games
And different last names

We are of F.A.S.
Of doing more with less

We are confused as to how
He’s not our daddy now

We are of corners and rice
Of years of head lice

We are of lost bets
And fulfilled threats

We are of sleeping in cars
Back behind bars

We are of Goodwill clothes
And of “No one knows.”

We are of beaten faces
And strange new places

We are of “I haven’t slept.”
And promises not kept

We are of unmet ends
We are our only friends

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