Mama says I was born with a soft heart:

Mama says I was born with a soft heart:

My feet touch the Earth
and I bruise.

Living is such a violent thing
to grow from asphalt
and concrete

with fractured palms
and bloodied knees

I lift my hands
in surrender.

I bow my head
in defeat

but it still returns
for another piece.

I am soft and supple
like a molded peach

I am gentle to the world
that is not to me

I am the only casualty
of my story.

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