Who has never drifted hazily to sleep thinking, “he will take care of it.” Who has schemed so much she sometimes schemes against herself. To my sweet, shy momma. Who is uneasy with people cause she don’t know how to be phony, and is afraid to be real. Who has longed for sculptured gardens. Whose potted plant dies slowly on the window sill. We have all been infected with a sickness that can be traced back to the auction block. You must not feel guilty for what has been done to us. Only the strong go crazy. The weak just go along. And what i thought was cruelty, I understand was fear
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