Something Happening Everywhere
Stretching to pour their glasses out in the sink
so the room wouldn't smell of whiskey stink
waiting in the dark
for you to give me light
for years the slur that was my name
remembering my parents
all i feel is shame
Copyright © Christopher Quigley | Year Posted 2020
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