March 25, 2015

Carnaita

by Jesus Andrade (author's profile)

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Carnalite

She cried on my shoulders
Still feel the dampness on my shirt
She cried
Cried
Because my mother wouldn't understand
Cried
Because she'd fallen for a man
For someone much older than her
Someone
Who's showed her true love
She'd said
How could I not cry along?
How could I not hold on
to each and every single one of her words?
How could I not
hold onto my little sister?
She was young
She was in love
She was pregnant
And I...
...I'd been hurt
But I understood

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