Francie Lynch Poems

I took the pen with me,
After signing the guest book
In the parlor,
At the Home.
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Fewer adults are laughing,
It's not funny any more;
We leaned on poles to direct our titter,
Quite harmless in its day.
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We used to hear it all the time:
"Can you come outside and play? "

We heard that chant throughout the hood,
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I was born.
I was born male.
I was born white male.
I was born white, male Caucasian.
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If we're together
When we're older,
If one's not left for another,
If one's not dead,
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I'm looking at three pictures,
A collage of brothers and sisters;
And I'm in my mother's arms,
Days before leaving Ireland.
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How will we progress today?

Will we risk life attending Mosque,
Or have an affair with your partner's boss?
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Everybody loves the twins, you will too.
Everybody loves the things they'll say and do;
Their eyes smile when they see you coming,
You smile back because they're so loving.
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S/He/It
SHeIt
Sheit
Shit
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