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the child
by Haiden DeShong
they say there is
a casual sort of violence
about me
​
i say
it is not true -
and if it is, then
it’s learned;
from
my biology
and
my society
​
a state of being
made
second nature,
natural as
flesh and bone.
​
people say that
i don’t have to think
to cause pain
​
i just open my mouth
and the words
start to spill -
​
​
(words. awful things,
words.)
​
full of rage,
pain,
and shameless as can be.
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