poem part 1.
Location
i am but history’s diary:
a diary of scorned
women like his mother
whose boyfriends left them
cracked open and
broken
of teenage girls, breath reeking of breast milk
still
who love with the tips of their fingers
and whole of their hearts
are broken
of boys blocking the fist of their fathers
and hating the skin they’re dressed in
I am here-
a poem you haven’t written.
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