I am not the little girl asking why
Or pushing her hand into a basket
Of bitter, unforgiving fruit.
I have loved your utter
Ugliness
Before you knew that light
Could touch it
Because innocence
Was least expected in your arms,
Yet there I rest.
Share your experience in medical health
I am not the little girl asking why
Or pushing her hand into a basket
Of bitter, unforgiving fruit.
I have loved your utter
Ugliness
Before you knew that light
Could touch it
Because innocence
Was least expected in your arms,
Yet there I rest.