Sarah Sisson - THE BEAST WAS BORN

The summer day is so bright and wonderful
that I will suppress the beast in me. I can

no longer say it is my parents fault that
I have these scars of old. My life, I say,

was unusual from those on my suburban
street. These children with their ducks in

their mothers kitchen and pretty pink
bedspreads were not like me. I had my

baby chest and an awful yellow spread.
This is when my shame came to be real.

When I discovered that I lived beneath
others. And then the beast was born.

Copyright 12-25-2008 Sarah Sisson

Sarah Sisson

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