When I was young-

I unsettle the area beaux
so completely hard for me to venture
outdoors, while
teachers loved me, judges in my prime,
hands many pulled at my skirt-
now, children and grandchildren, tug
at my hands, inside me still holding
my hands, a pretty young girl,
awaits me to go when I go.



Poetry by yoonoos peerbocus
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Written on 2024-11-08 at 16:28

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