Grandpop was textiles,
discovered polymer something fancy.
He was shoddy,
he was deaf.
That’s why we all speak
LOUD.
Mum paints textiles,
founder, society of floral painters.
She is shoddy,
she is blind.
That’s why her paintings are
VIBRANT.
Brother wears textiles,
accountant in a smart suit.
He is shoddy,
blind and epileptic.
That’s why he is my
HERO.
And me?
I am a textile
of all of them.
I was abused,
now upcycled to
SURVIVOR.
Proud to be
part of a very
shoddy very
loving very
strong
FAMILY.
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