thank god it's the police

i am the singular
the picture
bought and ridiculed
by someone standing
incomplete
athena
and her white trash nephew
standing
on my mother's
hair
her birth
defect
too obvious
to be
strictly;
what was i thinking?
how about yesterday
i quietly
will break your concentration
just to laugh right back
at everything
in fact i've really seen
and heard
i fight between your parents
standing
much too close
to my youngest sister
they were shouting
at each other
which would rape her first
and i sat wondering
what time it
was it time to call
the uniforms
in spite of what
these people
have accused me of
in spite of rape
my pocket
with prescription pills
but THESE WERE NOT
prescribed to me
they're sweating
in the other room
she's screaming
that she'll kill
herself
if they don't let her
leave the room

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