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the fourth bead

my hands and heart

pray a rosary

of a different sort

.

one constructed by survival

that was never blessed

by a politician in a gaudy dress

and fetid purse in vatican city

.

the first bead is my mother

whom i thank for giving me life

.

the second bead is my father

who took his own

under the misguided notion

my existence would be improved

by the tortured deed

.

the third is shared by two men

who stepped in

to protect and daddy me

as they are my personal diocese

.

and the fourth is a thank you

to the man who taught me to appreciate

the good in the world

by showing me

how sick a human can be

.

and he should be grateful

as his best poetry has come

from hating

unapologetically happy

me

 

 

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