Grace Vaughn Poet Rhyme

White Clover

I hope my mother remembers
To think of me
When she sees a girl
Who wants to be free
She’s so perfectly thin
Smiling through the pain
Of stretching her skin
So the 	      goes away
	    hunger

I hope my mother knows 
I did this too
And she sees my hair
That I would rather chew
Than eat a crumb 
Of bread or sweets
She might call me dumb 
So she 
	    won’t know 

I hope my mother remembers
To think of me 
On the bathroom floor
I hope she hears my plea
My dying wish 
Wasn’t to be beautiful
But was one last dish

No more hunger

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