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I hate that smell,

 

the smelly smell that I know too well,

 

from a toddler embraced in love,

 

from every hug,

 

I smell that smell

 

that smell that I know too well,

 

Putrid as an adolescent

 

I hate the smell ,

 

I hate the presence,

 

I know she’s around,

 

telling lies for me to fetch

 

but they can’t be found,

 

following me around i can’t rid

 

clothes always smelling like a lit cig,

 

symbolizing fear cause i know i'll wake up

 

one day

 

and she won't be here,

 

how i hate her sometimes,

 

she talks how she misses her own

 

cause she died from a wound she sowed,

 

but she's sewing her own,

 

and will also leave me lonely when

 

she’s dead and gone.

 

Mommy,

 

I know you hate that smell,

 

I know i’m not being selfish,

 

I wish that it could stop

 

but I know you can't help it.

 

I know you wish it wasn’t here,

 

but you seem to have no fear,

 

like you really don't care,

 

Ma.

 

I know we both hated that smell,

 

now I wish it was here,

 

bringing tears to my eyes,

 

if i had to i’d smell it a million more times,

 

If it meant that you were

 

close by.

 

This poem is about: 
My family

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