Tragedy...

what i have grown
for years and years
till date
are the arms of the
lustful lover and we
have always been
together without
words,
voiceless, and i have
tried to identify with
the voicelessness
of our voices
only to be misled
and be
humiliated for what
have you are
platonic breasts
ready with the milk
for kids.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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