To Parent Two Tell her she came from royalty, born in gold and red Tell her she was spoon fed honey Tell her she bathed in a porcelain tub adorned with flowers Tell her she dressed in silk and jade Tell her she was smothered with love and affection because I don’t want her to know that the one child policy worked against her the day she entered this world that she came from a woman that was waiting for a boy and couldn’t support anything less that the blood wasn’t even washed off when she was dropped off on the street that no one cared until her cries in the middle of the night irritated someone that the cloth diapers gave her rashes because they weren’t clean that she wasn’t important enough to properly tend to the cut on her head that she lay on the ground day and night because no one was there to hold her - Parent One BY MIA FRIEDMAN
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