i still remember
my mother
her skin so vibrant
like a lime
she shook me and said
baby boy
you have to go
she locked eyes with papa
gazing at his muscular teeth
it was ogre tradition
goodbye shrek
baby boy
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Milk and Onions
Poetry"she was a princess but he was an ogre" Beautiful, moving poetry about the hardships of growing up as an ogre.
