You are welcome.
Birthdays
Would have been
Blood baths
As you watched
A grown man
and
His grown woman
searching –with determination
for a handle to fly off.
You would have had
The best education
in
‘Never compromising who you are’
as you watched mama
Master that Art.
Daddy-well daddy
Would be daddy
Boys are always boys.
Your esteem would
Have been punctured
By your first cry
For the attention
You would slice
Your wrists trying to get
Do I regret
Not allowing you
To be made?
No.
You are welcome.
Katusiime Jeresi.
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