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Which lips did I come out of
that you feel the need to yell

conceived on your tongue
grew in your vocal cords

the tremors
the tremors in which I developed
vibrated so deep
i do not feel swaddled

when your throat opens
i shake
close it for my comfort

i am late
eight
ten
sixteen years
i child of showers
i was birthed like no other

but I am still
a carrier of dna
do
not
adapt
to make me a burden
or blame them on me

cut this cord
mami
take pride in my existence



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