she combed my hair flat with her
fingers
maternal and caring
the shiver I felt at her touch lingers
natural and uncaring
vernal and unsparing
a fair, quiet girl – Oh I wish I were
younger.
I stopped worrying one day about how I looked in the eyes of others And I was able to say “This is my body It’s been through a lot and it ...
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