Siblings
Here
we are
On
the way to the shelter
My
siblings and I
Different
fathers
But
that same mama
We
are on the train
With
bags in hand
Guarding
our hand-me-downs
Given
to us by mama’s bosses
You
know, clothes to good
To
turn into cleaning rags
We
quietly eye each other
With
extreme caution
We
will only give enough
To
receive at some later date
Such
is life with a family
That
lives hand to mouth
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