Feathered Pillow
Another smack
I start to bleed
As a child of ten
Is this what I need
I can't wait
For the time to sleep
I know then
That it's safe to weep
Feathered pillow
Can't feel my pain
And for me, the hurt
I feel
Is hard to explain
I thought mommies
Were supposed to love
And not be vultures
That strike from above
Can't she see
I've done nothing wrong
Or is this the meaning
Of tough love
poem by Matt Mondschein
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