Her Brain Worm
she knew
knew she was
was not the son
son her father
father always
always wanted
wanted
nor
the type of
of daughter
daughter her
her mother
mother dreamed
dreamed of
of
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Ah Wendy, those haunting repetitions…
the repitions hit
like waves
with the meaning
Yes repetitions made this more haunting
Persona just can’t win
win! Powerful poem—deceptively simple.
Title drew me in and poem did not disappoint!