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you say, life’s not fair.

I say, you are wrong.

and you shout and strain at me; you raise pale fisted justice to accost the sun and howl to crack the sky. you know the rules. you fucking know.

and all the while, a beached whale learns the beauty of land by becoming it. and from that same black earth children are born, gritty-eyed and expanding gloriously. on bending limbs they toddle through the house of dead things, smiling and reaching and garbling to the ghosts. and they do not know pain exists beyond a bandaid. soon they will, but right now they laugh upon waking and do not know it is brave.

your fair and unfair exists in the mythology of brokenness, far from the shallow squashing of little feet in the mud. and in this, you are the jailer and the jailed, caught in a sticking trap of your own making while you warble a siren song towing others to their deaths.

I have no sympathy for you, for your fair and unfair; your rules rule by the rule, for the rule, and I will not be ruined.

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when kaveh akbar said "i don't remember how to say home in my first language" and when fatimah asghar said "home is the first grave" and when katie maria said "my head spins and I am back in my childhood home where love doesn't exist" and when @inkskinned wrote "my hands hurt all of the time but in this family you don't show weakness" and when clementine von radics said "what is home if not the first place you learn to run from" and when

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2023.08.11. new poem (?)

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Not a day goes by where Im not thinking about these two poems

like come ONN.