'coming of age'
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We rode our bikes to your front doorstep,
a white walled bungalow.
The red sold sign was dug in your garden
and I knew that you must go.
If you free his chains he always gon' have some shit to say, always gon' have money to pay, always gon' have the bones to break.
Always gon' have the bones to break.
"like the great queens of history .....she was born with the umbilical cord around her neck"**
My baby face seems to follow me everyday
i see her in the bathroom mirror in the mornings
It’s different,
It all changes and you never quite know why or how or when,
The origin is a mystery,
Is it good comic relief,
Or simply just a tragedy,
When I was younger
I had a hunger
For all things new and strange
Fantastical worlds
And sorcerer girls
And werewolves roaming the range
When it came down to the wire
A small town near the ocean is what I first called home.I remember my mother, my sisters, and my father.I remember the laughter & cheer, the fights & tears.I remember father.
She remembers 6th grade
days dragged on and on until
She felt like everything was gone.
“you look like a 7-year-old” they said
“try hard” they said
“my necklace is made out of real gold”. They said
