Wisdom Teeth
in the dark, there was a cat in a cage
when you were young and filled with rage
you were nine when she escaped to be free
you were wise to have consulted me
better and beautiful and with less fear
you called our mom after fifteen years
'cause the ones who raised us were wisdom teeth
and with your pretty long nails, you pulled them out by the roots
and the blood tasted so sweet
'cause back then you were an experiment
in which traditions were pushed on you
'cause they never saw the girl that lived in that house
they only saw a little boy, empty gums, an open mouth
'cause i know that when i call someone's name
they're supposed to smile and not shake with fear
and i know that when i call someone's name
they shouldn't be uncomfortable
they shouldn't show wisdom teeth
the abusers in their life that bite their cheek
they're so hard to remove with no help at all
it's "what do you call yourself?" not "what are you called?"
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