We cannot work it out
she signalled to me
a secret message
why didn't they let me be
so long ago
so far away
angels maybe
stigmatized
traumatized
demonized
victamized
surmised
need some joy in my heart
need to rest in a lovers arms
fragmented phrases
backyard places
hiding out
no money
no real friends
ok god how about a break
when are you going to let me in
(c) Kathryn Madonna
27/4/2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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