Ila Bumagin, Senior, Editor-in-Chief
When she hugs me
wraps those paws
around
my heart beats
slow.
When fur and warmth
and mama
shutter
my eyes to
sleep,
Too young am I
to know the
shame
my comfort
becomes.
Then I slam the
door against
love
just because I
can.
Mama fought so that
I can, but
rage
against our age
is what we do.
She wants me to
stay in that
hug
until I know
why
I must stay there.
How should I
know
unless I break
out?
She knows me and
she knows the
world,
but I need
proof
Despite her warning
cries of truth
that
only we can stop
The cold. Just a
mom and her
daughter
hugging against
the world.