Ill-fitted Parts
From a broken-hearted daughter
By MELODIE SHIHPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read
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I am made
Of
Broken parts.
Makers,
Who fixed a caldron
Out of sin ,
Grabbed the nearest pile
Of ill-fitted parts .
Rusty,
Crusty ,
Dusty parts ,
To show
To prove
They could
They would
They should.
The clock ticking
An audience looking
They made me
Quickly, thoughtlessly, mindlessly
Only to win
The cheers
The applause,
But it caused
Me to be
Made of
Broken parts.
Now damaged and defective,
I am a walking plague infection.
Starved for affection,
For some kind of connection
To bridge
The abyss
That reminds me
Of my
Broken parts .
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