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Emerson wrote this:
My Mama Was A Mermaid
I've wondered how mermaids are meant to give birth
Be it that they have no birth canal
And their hips don't span or tilt for it
Be it that fins
Will not crack and give way
For penetration
Or life
I've wondered how mermaids are meant to give birth
And come to the obvious conclusion
That they are not
But my conclusions
Hold little conclusiveness
Because you see
I've been flipping through worn pages
Of worn photo albums
And I have discovered
That my mama was a mermaid once
Yeah, she was a mermaid
With her legs bond in scale
And her worries were few
And her sins abundant
Always clean sins
Always for freedom
And shits
And giggles
And wings
With no ties to a mother earth
Just sky
And water
For flying fish
My mama needed no oxygen
She breathed in vibrancy
And vivified the atmosphere around her
In exhales
Like anything non-human
And living
Recycles waste
She exhaled
Without the realization
Of respiration
And made life
Without
Creation
She simply was
While everything watched her be
But there has always
Been more then one
Fairytale creature
In whatever
Never ever land
We choose to occupy
And my papa
Was an ogre that liked to fish
And he ripped her from water
Ripped her from sky
And tore legs from her fins
Slipped himself inside
Made a burro
To raise his children in
So she was a stump
And we grew of her energy
Like fungi
And she was a part of
The motherhood of earth
The bark of it
The faceless wonder
That nobody watched
Ground down
And manufactured for paper
That went through press
And became picture books
Filled with mermaids
And ogres
Flying fish
My mama was a mermaid once
But now she hates the beach
My Mama Was A Mermaid
I've wondered how mermaids are meant to give birth
Be it that they have no birth canal
And their hips don't span or tilt for it
Be it that fins
Will not crack and give way
For penetration
Or life
I've wondered how mermaids are meant to give birth
And come to the obvious conclusion
That they are not
But my conclusions
Hold little conclusiveness
Because you see
I've been flipping through worn pages
Of worn photo albums
And I have discovered
That my mama was a mermaid once
Yeah, she was a mermaid
With her legs bond in scale
And her worries were few
And her sins abundant
Always clean sins
Always for freedom
And shits
And giggles
And wings
With no ties to a mother earth
Just sky
And water
For flying fish
My mama needed no oxygen
She breathed in vibrancy
And vivified the atmosphere around her
In exhales
Like anything non-human
And living
Recycles waste
She exhaled
Without the realization
Of respiration
And made life
Without
Creation
She simply was
While everything watched her be
But there has always
Been more then one
Fairytale creature
In whatever
Never ever land
We choose to occupy
And my papa
Was an ogre that liked to fish
And he ripped her from water
Ripped her from sky
And tore legs from her fins
Slipped himself inside
Made a burro
To raise his children in
So she was a stump
And we grew of her energy
Like fungi
And she was a part of
The motherhood of earth
The bark of it
The faceless wonder
That nobody watched
Ground down
And manufactured for paper
That went through press
And became picture books
Filled with mermaids
And ogres
Flying fish
My mama was a mermaid once
But now she hates the beach