Who are you?
Mammi takes care of two girls.
They sleep with Mammi.
I don’t.
They play with Mammi.
I can’t.
Mammi loves them.
Not me.
I run back to my castle.
My closet.
Back to Chango Boy.
He loves me.
And I love Chango Boy.
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryAll of our lives are different. We all go through different struggles and conflicts. But we all share one thing in common; emotions. We all feel, we all cry, we all worry and we all die. We all have a story. This is mine. From my earliest memories t...
