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Painted Brain | Andrea: A Poem
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  • September 19, 2015

ANDREA: a poem

You all conspired against my manhood and in the hood, known always as Louise,

the tack was her attack with a slap from an Andrea attack and

Cynthia was born.

This sistuh did mustuh the crust in my eyes of long gone tears upon my pillow

to lay low in the role of being a girl.

The swirl of this mix never mixed in the sputum of this thing………………………….

a sting spit in the face of an adolescent boy who never knew which end was up.

Why oh why Mom did you not take the bullhorn by the horn to echo……………

that enough is enough is enough is enough is enough is enough

isn’t it enough to leave my son alone………………………………..

Daniel William Concharty

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