19 4 3

tiny hands scribble
hate into notebook paper

i wish i could pull
the gun away from her
but i have a playdate
      mommy says don't be soft

instead i'll just paint
a fake smile and
finish screaming
into my hot pink diary

then i'll fold
into myself
like origami

     mommy says hush hush

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