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There Is A Child Living Inside of My Brain | listen |
There is a child living inside of my brain
ashamed to answer my prayers
he dares to ignore me
simply smiles
and listens to me think.
There is a child floating along my skin
my arms disjointed
unscarred belly
like ski-slope now ride.
There is a child speaking through my mouth
whispering lullabies
nursery rhymes
hallelujah church songs
says he belongs to me
and me to him.
There is a child so scared to dream
or to be seen with me
that he throws a temper tantrum to the sky
and rather die
than call me his mom
to say he is my son.
- Shelley Nation
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