Incomprehensible
No one ever told me
I was made to do anything.
Like those kids
picked out last in gym class.
I say it is fine
and that nothing happened,
but inside I am seven again,
holding my mother's hand
and with eyes full of half-frozen tears
I ask her, why?
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