paucity and plethora, tenderfoot and shame

While seeing your reflection is not always faulty,
Losing the sight of others, leads to civilized destruction.
Power lusts.

Picking poesy’s love
for my momma.
I suppose i ought,
on account she suffered
through me,
the runt of the litter.

After years of silence,
she buttoned me up
and sent me forth,
stark naked into the world.

Everyone saw the folly,
of letting the runt out to the wolves,
except for momma,
who turned the other cheek.

Poetry

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