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Baby Powder
I am the baby powder
That was through my house
When my brother and cousin were born.
I heard sounds of babies that cried,
looking for a bottle or wanting to be held.
The home was a jungle of toys,
stacked to the ceiling and beyond.
I could see the stress in my mom and aunt’s eyes,
trying to keep up with raising two babies and me.
I woke up in the middle of the night
to constant wails and screams.
I am the baby powder
that soon was cleaned up
Once the babies grew up
and could finally stand up
In a blink of an eye.

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Ysabel resides in Artesia, California. Her work has been published in various magazines including Creative Communication. She is a streetwear fashion designer and seamstress who could be found at Along The Lines of Ysabel.