Aunty
I see the why
That dwells inside
You think you’re clever
Behind the lies
But I see through
I see the truth
I see the motives
For every move
Each emotion
Book wide open
So easy to read
Bitter, broken
A lovely face
It feels misplaced
You’re undeserving
To boast such grace
Copyright © Anna Hopper | Year Posted 2019
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