Black -
The air smiles in torrents
And she laughs at the thought -
To dance - now that would be like
Heaven, but
The pavement objects as it
Pulls her down, down, down
Until she’s crawling for
Acceptance.
No! You will not, never, cannot
Be accepted in this life.
She does not cry -
The mother wraps her arms
Around her lover as the other
Shakes in her bed,
Alone
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