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Rite of Passage
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2012 I caught her early
less than seventeen
with her grass
still growing green
I called her “daughter”
and she called me “mom”
I sang her sweetly sleepy
I touched her greenly grim
Told her so discretely
open up and let him in
I called her wild
I made her lipstick grin
I called her child
till the game wore thin
Over seventeen
grass no longer green
She said
Mother you betrayed me
and Father- Father raped me
I said-
darling baby
come now baby
That's how life begins
His own- your own
original sins
