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Dear Mom

By , La Habra, CA
Your words
make a rope
that strangles
my sense of
Self.

You bitch.
You shrewd,
hopeless,
excuse for a
Mother.

I wonder
when the rope
will be long.
Enough to hang
what’s left of me.





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