Listen you,
Little shrew
You drew the line by crossing it
Just because the gate is open doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist
It’s ridiculous
I tell you every day
Stay away, it’s unsafe
You must be invited
Like your birth to the world
Induction, evicted from the oven
By a woman so scorn
Apostrophe, S
Women
My little woman
My beacon of hope
I’ve eloped with motherhood
Saving my soul, my sanity,
My apostrophe fades away.
Catastrophically the best thing
That ever happened to me
But, little miss I will cut my tongue with a butter knife before you can eat cream cheese with a spoon.

to my daughter

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