Because they saw a sky of Wedgwood blue
Grass burned brown,
Flowers flat upon the ground
With tread marks left by tanks, and soldiers’ trucks…
Rainbows covering a molten sky
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Spying from my corner Of the playground I watch with morbid curiosity The five year olds building Castles made of sticks, of blocks In wet sand Deep abiding thought Intention to create from nothing An invented world Filled with twigs and rocks Plastic two inch men with weapons That protect the drawbridge From the dragons [...] She used to say “You’ll be sorry you were born a female.” As if I had a choice at six Little children come back for more.
She used to say “You’ll be sorry you were born so smart. Men don’t like smart women.” I was twelve came back for more.
She used to [...]
Pieces of me are falling away Little bits, I disavowed one day when I denied I had feelings, When I had no time to hurt or cry. Pieces not dealt with or honored, As if I had lifetimes to recapture this memory or that little [...] |
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