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Soothe (re-edited 1:40Pm 8/17/21 for clarity for me as a five year old)

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Soothe (re-edited 1:40Pm 8/17/21 for clarity for me as a five year old)


the messages
are mix tapes
no sense of making nonsense
pretending to care
when the attention
is diffused and elsewhere
born into the world
and immediately wished away
forgotten

teachers and kids
don't get you at all
too shy too quiet too stupid
they push, you fall
when you open your mouth
to speak
they tell you
"what gall..."
swish you away on down the hall
and forgotten

the Reverend-Minister claims
to be a kind friend
Death seems much kinder
he calls them again
--the police take Daddy away
whose shame is it
whose sin is it now
and when you ask him
he tugs  \on his collar
and gives you his scowl
and wishes you away
and forgotten

the relatives know every detail
and every little thin
the know your particulars
but they haven't felt the hell
knowing what's best for you
though they don't wear your shoes
making your decisions
you're too young to refuse
the look wear
registers shame and disgrace
they wish you away
solve the problem
sooner and far too much
you'll be forgotten

Now
you're bigger in your shoes
you're not as tall as most
you're whittled down a bit
you're scarred a bit more than most
you shun the meat
make it on the crumbs of the toast
shrinking
while you wear the ill-fitting disguise
you learned how to clean up the mess
but not manage your life
soothe?

soothe--
keep my insides smoothed
and tucked in
so they  don't spill out
and make me feel like
navigating my life
isn't done on a cliff
and the next step you take
will be missed
and tumble down
break down
break apart
you will go
to be destroyed on the rocks
right beside
cool
calm water

did I ask to be
dysfunction's daughter
a vanity project
my peers punching practice
the minister's bully-pupit
a problem a widget to be placed
into the right socket

wished away in plain sight
and forgotten

soothe me
hold me
tell me it'll be fine
why lie

the thrill of the skill
to putting together my life
is to soothe
why Mommy, Daddy,
did you never tell me
it will be alright?

soothe



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