Compositions

I Called It (Again…and again…and again…)

Just as the wind begins gathering under my wings, my parents sabotage me.

They will help me if they can control me – if I am dependent and in need.

But the moment I gain strength, they sense it, and disrupt me – so I have to leap and flee.

Their timing, as usual, is impeccable. My life is a series of evasions from other people’s greed.

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