we are not worthy to receive you we are the daughters and the sons we are the hand me down trousers the blazers and blouses and i have never owned a belt that suitably fits about our different hips i ve grown as big as i can be as small as when you found me humming bastards of young blessed mother what a mess the broken ladder of success holy mary what a mess the broken ladder of success they wrote a letter to your parents they caught you kissing on the bus but when they asked you you said nothing those lines are not for crossing the damage has been done we are not worthy to receive you we are the daughters and the sons we are the secondhand trousers blazers and blouses irredeemable ones