Use Protection

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


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

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