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I can remember being years old
Having goldfish circuled around in a bowl
I would watch the forest
and to the wind blow
I remember the table, the drapes, and the
The dark brown decoration, styling
Most of all, I can my mother smiling
out and faded, my hometown was scrappy
More than anything she wanted us to be
to eat and back and forth to the hospital
She was right, it's better to be happy if
But the old man was attack and was weak
And continued to beat us several times a
He lived like a king even though we piss poor
I tried to be strong and careful I wished for
My outside ached, my inside
The long belt had replaced his tongue
Not how to run or how
to hit the
A picket fence was built
around a pit of
Both a and frightening,
the thunder and the
These were the and sights
of a thousand
My mother, the poor fish, eternal
Charades and parades, for the raging
Wanting to be happy, all the while
Asking me always: "Why don't you smile?"
And she'd me how to do it,
and wife
It was the saddest smile I saw in my life
It hurt worse than death but for her I tried
And one day all of those died
Hurricane, fire, out of control
Eyes open, floating on the in the bowl
And my father came home,
he through the door
And threw fish to the cat
on the floor
And the wind died too and I was still a
And the three of us watched as my mother