perfect wanted a boy,
not a girl
like momma
Raina alone
foundling in a basket
Holy Cradle
Rao despised
travels the streets
momma cut ties
a girl and a boy
double-knotted souls
shame stole their life
not like momma
standing crippled
perfect wanted more
Poetry childhood forgiveness friendship journey listening well who am I
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