Never did it ever
Occur to
Add bows attach
To ponytail
Catholic school uniform
2nd hand from sisters
1st new pair of shoes
hungry and ill prepared
bows were on every girls
head
1st day of 1st grade
I felt completely unaware
To the norm the book
The expected
Of young white
Upper class Irish
Catholic little girls
Touch me how I want
So desperately to be held
Danced with like the other fathers do
Not hiding under the covers
I am from you
Look with raging
Hunger at the feast
My body prepares
AWAY WITH THE MIND
LET YOUR BODY
BE ANIMAL
Mentally abandoning
Shut off
Electing no one
To voice the voices
Amongst
The voices that
Voice energy
Voiced vexation
Vengeful vanity
Vermin the voices
Voice
All upstairs in one room
No break from work
Voice are always vegetating
Vicious voiced in the mind
Only those who
Are sensitive to
A worldly dimension that
Is beyond comprehension
Does one witness the torture man
With the voices
Inside his
Head
Inviting those voices all
Voices from their room
Inside his mind
Into mine
For a time
To give the man a moment
Of time
To experience
Peace of mind
I am the animal
I am the keeper
Of voices
Voicing
Vicious
Vows
Annihilating
The peaceful state
Admiration and envy
For the girls wearing bows in
Their hair
Prettier
Put together
Loved by their fathers
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