Oh Mother
There is something that protrudes
It is rude and unsightly
And it can no longer be ignored
Can’t I take it off Mother
And put it to one side
If doing so makes her feel safer
So that she can be at peace
And find the resolve to see me
With those very same eyes
That have seen other beings
With the same deformity
Be vile beasts and tell heinous lies
Then know that I shall put it away
And hide it
And bury it
Out of sight, out of mind
Cut off from me
Like the fruit from a branch
Plucked and peeled
Ready to be planted
Watered like a seed
Except
This was not a seed
And now no more of it shall grow
No more of it shall come forth
And think of harming her anymore
Rantings of a Depranxious Mind 