A Poem Titled Broth

December 5, 2019

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Wipe my mothers tears

While all those kids

Get what they get

The chance to show

Exactly who they are

A school teachers regret

Not good enough to eat

Copying the ways of the spoiled

Wipe my mothers tears

I am like soup waiting to be boiled

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