The summer day is so bright and wonderful <br />that I will suppress the beast in me. I can <br /> <br />no longer say it is my parents fault that <br />I have these scars of old. My life, I say, <br /> <br />was unusual from those on my suburban <br />street. These children with their ducks in <br /> <br />their mothers kitchen and pretty pink <br />bedspreads were not like me. I had my <br /> <br />baby chest and an awful yellow spread. <br />This is when my shame came to be real. <br /> <br />When I discovered that I lived beneath <br />others. And then the beast was born. <br /> <br />Copyright 12-25-2008 Sarah Sisson<br /><br />Sarah Sisson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-beast-was-born/
