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?"