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Andrew
Tell me which came first
The act or the lifelong shame
Oops there goes Mum again
At sweet16
Her lips were sewn shut
Her voice was emotionally cut
Please Mummy
I want to know his name.
It's Andrew damn you!
How the black dog barks
My Mum struggles to talk
Now 75 and 4 foot
Her trauma thoughts are
she's a no good slut
Don't we all just try our best?
Mum wailing in the kitchen
clutching her chest
Whenever I ask about her secret son
Born back in the year 1961
She croaks, 'He means nothing to you.'
Well that's not true dear
I had another brother who died
We didn't get along but I still cried.
I am not her secrets, shame or fear
All that is left for me now
is to be brave
It's time to locate this brother
or at least his grave
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I'm terrible at giving insight on other people's works. But I liked it.
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