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Who are you?
by Lola Peters

Strewn across the timescape of their generation
Chanel, Valium, Dior, Jim Beam
Etched in their foreheads
Ripped from their guts,
Pinned and sprayed to their proper masks
For all to see
And none to know.
Mother, mommy, mom,
Mitera, Madre, Mere, Mamman, Ma.
Lost behind the blessed fog of time
Leaving their daughters a legacy of question marks.


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