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chicken bone melodies strung together
with wire and stolen stop signs
are the only indication left that i was
a child at all.
I was born angry, pink and mewling
then all too soon the school bus dropped
off on this aberrant street called womanhood.
I was cleaved in two, and sewn together
With no map or compass to be seen
just a list of graffiti laments etched into
the pavement by long gone passerby's.
Armed to the teeth with the vulnerability
that has been bestowed upon me I take off
my shoes and walk among the embers of
littered broken beer bottles.
My feet weep vermillion as I journey on
hauling a stolen stop sign and whistling the
softest melody.
"Run away chicken, I still have far to go"