You’re my atta, my food to eat
You’re my atta, my food to eat-
every parent learns to use the child,
fulfilling purpose through skin or feat,
the reward they mean to keep.
Of course, every bud must bloom a flower;
they exploit every facet, every power. Read more from here...
Do it Yourself
Thank you for reading so closely.
You didn’t misunderstand-
you felt it exactly.
The fatigue is real:
forced to live,
forced to ask, Read more from here...