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Amor est in domum suam.

 

Mother didn’t braid my hair.  There were no ribbons and no bows.

Cuz mother didn’t know how to let her light show.

 

And father… well he didn’t know… or maybe care to protect.

For father didn’t understand that ‘girl’ didn’t mean object.

 

Home then became a desolate place, I tried desperately to erase.

And love… well that became the coup de grâce.

 

Until I learned, that love and home is what you embrace – not blood or birthplace.

 

La Fée

08/22/2018

 

©  Odyne La Fée 2018

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