PERSON Poem: Gimeit ; Poetry of a mother, by Samantha Dear

You scream at me, you’re mad
I’m calm
I try to explain
Your Face is red, liquid fills your orbits
You are tired
Later I will be tired too
You’re mad because you shot at me
And I took your weapons
You’re mad because you called me stupid
And I took your games
You scream at me, you’re mad
I try to explain

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