Thursday, April 25, 2013

Everybody bleeds

There's a story for every line
striping her forearms;
a name for every slice,
for every time they called her
slut or dyke or wetback.

There's a tear for every cut
she now covers
with long sleeves;
for every time she believed
the lies of the unloved.

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