| | I hear your voices back and forth
fighting for God knows what
I hear my name thrown in and out
immediately I become the scapegoat
I try to bury myself in the latest book
Duncan, Lowry, Higgins-Clark
Bradburry, King or Stine
But freedom does not come
My head starts to hurt
my heart starts racing
it's my fault yet again
why is it always my fault
I do what you want
I give all that I am
and yet you rip my heart apart
like the blackberries I pick for you
tearing my hands
blood laden with black juice
thorns tearing apart the soft flesh
of berry and skin
"that's not enough"
"go into the bush"
"don't you care that this equals dinner"
"GET IN THE BUSH"
scraping my arms, i lean in more
doing all i can to avoid the thorns
but this is blackberry picking
it's not easy
it's times like these
when your yelling and screaming
that i remember the blackberries
and realize I am one.
hidden in the thorns
soft
thin skinned
fragile
scrap your arms and lean in more
do all you can to avoid the thorns
but remember
this is blackberry picking
it's not easy
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