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Anti-bullet #2
(After San Bernardino)
I became “baby girl.” My name
Changed to Abandoned.
My name Became Grandma’s Tears.
Mommy’s arms Were the other kind. The taste of metal,
Not milk. Call me Dead-end.
Reporters snapped photos Of my toys.
Anderson Cooper scowled.
Reporters!
Even tragedy is good for someone. Not for me.
Marilyn Kallet
