In Her Garden
- nadiah

- Apr 3, 2018
- 1 min read

1:58 PM
She looked at me
as if I was a fault
amidst the yellow
and orange
of the flowers
in her garden
She looked at me
as if I did not belong
in her garden
where the beautiful
flowers grow and
not a problematic child
—I wish I’ve never been born at all









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