my heart died the day
we moved into our first home in America
mom took off her bra
in the middle of the living room
and flung it to the floor
that moment i knew she was no queen
i was no princess
there would be no chandelier
no family dinners around a table
soon she stopped bathing
dandruff collected in her matted hair
roaches colonized every corner
of the condo
i wished for a rich dad
who could give us a beautiful life
she told me i would not have been born
but somebody else
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