Wounded Poem by Robin Burkhart
Wounded
When I was young and stubbed my toe,
While waiting for new skin,
I'd stub it six more times before
The healing could begin.
A woman now, a deeper wound
I pray for thicker skin.
'Cause every time you step on me
I bite my tongue again.
Saturday, April 2, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: patience,short,womanhood
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