they check ten fingers
they check ten toes
they check eye color
and kiss our nose
they marvel over first steps
they marvel over first words
as long as we were breathing
as long as we were fed
and clothed
and sheltered
and loved
and grown
its a job well done
we never suspect that our babies
might be broken on the inside
i am bent
i am broken
i am weak
i am bent
i am broken
i am frail
i am bent
i am broken
i am fragile
i am not okay
and im going home
















Comments
so here's the deal:
when i was in 7th grade, i loved you.
and i didn't understand what it was.
--
"you can build it out of concrete, you can build it out of mud,
but in the end it must be built with happiness and love.
...
this is your last adventure"
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