On Poetry: The Mama Contradiction
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The Mama Contradiction
I’m Scratchy eyed,
yet arms fling wide,
I fight not to run and hide,
Your silk cheeks glide,
they give me a notion:
Divine Oxytocin.
I am desperate to stop, to rest
‘sit down’ you suggest
or rather roar,
from your place on the floor.
This is my affliction:
The Mama Contradiction.
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