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Learned Behavior

Learned Behavior



Although I love you,
you are not my savior.

        My parched spirit,
        begged a chalice filled,

        but holy wine
        seemed hardly a blessing
        when surveying a land of
        angry men.

I yearn
stability.

        Papa looked like Idi Amin.

        Idi was evil
        but Papa wasn't.

        I swear
        he wasn't.

I should be more forgiving.

        (Mama put her men before me,
        her husbands and son.)

I waded through poor choices.

        I waited my turn
        behind belts and
        indifference.

I bided my time,
and then I left.

There is that.



Mary



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