A Poem about Intelligence for My Brothers and Sisters (audio only)
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She hangs onto sadness
the way somebody else treads water
waiting for the world
to see how much she hurts from family
madness pierced her rib cage
twenty years ago
And she’ll continue to compete as Victim
Absolute
until she finally receives a gold
medallion for her suffering
or a truly purple heart complete
with ribbons
so that she can hang that up
and then
move right along
perhaps/at last
to someplace
really new