Ann-Marie
Ann-Marie
Tombs for teeth stuck out
On stocks overhanging
A trembling lower lip the
Impression of permanent snivel
Impeding would-be normal childish speech
Should such a thing ever have been desired
Passionately pleading
Dark brown eyes - doe I think they’d say
Both avoiding the straight ahead
Poised always
Glistening ready to tear saying more
Than dental excavations ever could
The bowl cut - affectionately known
A burden only the wearer owns
Tatty coat delicately worn
Cloak of poverty faded brown check
Perfectly in keeping
With grimy socks
On slim grey legs
Offering protection no mean feat
Cornering the cornered
We hoped they would retreat but
The boys used their hands superior
Body strength feet
In urgent proliferation to reach
The tenderest of all to strike her pure cheek
Daily battles we fought
Crushing defeats all yours to bear
Carried alone with the scars clinging
Even in the air
At home with the stigma and cruelty
That delivered you there
Copyright © Fiona Callaghan | Year Posted 2016
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