Trauma Baby
Poem (audio)
A recent poem for you all today on the troubling attachment and attraction to trauma, of which a growing number of people are experiencing.
How tragic the guardians of Trauma
going about,
lugging their baby around,
sacked in front or back.
They constantly feed their baby
for their own fulfillment, their own satisfaction
How they love to stroll and sport
their baby in a fancy buggy too,
anticipate the oohs and aahs
of an adoring crowd
They think their baby is cute
but... it’s… ugly
hmmm… quite hideous
but to say that aloud
wouldn’t be so nice!
So, on we go about
staying silent
on the outside, observing
but inside,
we’re bawling out loud!
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