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wh0rem0ans

Published: Apr 3, 2011

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I want to lie and say she's crazy
in a way I do not understand.

But I do.

Pregnant with hope that lies
Studying arts that crush her
Married to normal that dies
Doing the hormone shuffle

I want to lie and say she's happy
in a way I will never understand.

But I do.

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xlntwtch

Sep 22, 2011

I love the juxtaposition between "...say she's crazy" and "...say she's happy" -and how the speaker wants to lie about each condition- yet the middle stanza explains why both of those are impossible for, I suspect, you (and many women/mothers and/or mother-figures). It's impossible for me, I know.

Wonderful poem. Thank you.

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