The Web Poetry Corner - Heather Prudence Davis - Majestic Magenta
Majestic Magenta
by
Heather Prudence Davis
He heard me talking
Coked up
and drunk
and decided the best way
for him to deal
was by mocking me.
I've no family.
They aren't my
family.
They never will be.
I'll never have one
I don't belong.