I hate being tricked, really,
like the times when my step dad scotch taped the cupboards,
so he could catch the thief.
We were hungry, dammit!
Kids don’t go stealing food from their own cupboards,
because they’re bad.
Sometimes hunger gets the best of them.
Children learn what they live,
to sneak around corners into the places he'd been
scotch taping cupboards…
I mean there must be something really good in them,
to warrant the locks, paper thin.
It didn’t take long to see through the disguise,
the dis-ease. I learned no matter the cost, to please,
to be a child too early, too wise,
a child who did not trust,
no matter how hungry she was…
ldn
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