Disgust grows inside of her
Like an unborn child
She never wanted.
Jokes of scarred backs, scarred stomachs, scarred humans
Leave her unsettled.
Thinking during early mornings
Where did we go wrong?
No one hears screaming anymore
We’ve all gone deaf
Too many voices
Twice as many ears
And we walk along the street
Forgetting to look twice
Not hearing the blaring car horn.
Gia Raquel 
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