It was not your choice
though, it was not their choice, too
whether to be born
as without a voice
scream all you like, no one cares
not your mom, the shrew
overwrought with scorn
took no notice, laughed at tears
your cries got blank stares
over the decades
understanding the sorrow
remember your shades
corny to borrow
hashtag cool without the cheers
ordinary folk
invent the Big Book
choose recovery or yolk
egg face, a new look
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