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MY LABEL

I brought to mother
A sticky yellowish substance
I found on my finger,
Digging itself into the middle-ear route
To roll the dice on the pain at dawn.

I took the pain to learn the holy word
At my elementary, I counted figures and letters
To raise my head higher,
But slowly I moved like a whelk in the circle,
When the stink drained from my earlobe

I never did too bad to all abuses,
Even when I couldn’t lay in my bed
I touched the scars she gave me
When I gave her what she didn’t ask me
Not knowing that it wasn’t a mistake.

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It's my stigma. As a result of a childhood accident, I'm hearing-impaired, but my parents and siblings didn't believe me. I was punished sometimes if I didn't hear what they said. This is my common say. "It's my cross."
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Your poem seems somewhat unclear as to where you wanted to go with it.

Chrys

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