I remember my roots
I forget the feathers that fall from my wings
I watch the crow's eat
and the bluebirds cry and sing.
I don't know how to help
because I can't speak the words
Still I want you to know
that everything that hurts me
hurts me inwards.
And you put on your brave face
but I see your wrapping curling
Your not falling down, mother
Your hurling.
I remember my roots
I forget what I see
you say theres a devil in my reflection
but its you, its not me
Holly New

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