For today's prompt, I want you to write a poem of rebirth.
no pain
he disappeared inside himself
and waited for time to pass
no pain if he hides deep enough
living in the grey is unacceptable
society objects to the disconnection
they subject him to the mind menders
who prod and question and insist
they ply him with happy pills
medication to encourage rebirth
Copyright © 2009 by Eryll Oellermann
My First Grandchild Has A Birthday
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Here's a boy on his sixteenth birthday getting his first pedicure with his
mother and his grandmother. This may not be exactly what most sixteen year
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