Not Dying Young
I suppose
I could have
died young
but I
didn’t &
here I
sit with
tiny breasts
missing teeth
wrinkled skin
& a
fierce look
in my eye.
I suppose
I could have
died young
but I
didn’t &
here I
sit with
tiny breasts
missing teeth
wrinkled skin
& a
fierce look
in my eye.
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Tagged as John Bennett, Not Dying Young, Poetry, short jabs