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Guarded Dreams We built a fairytale around our lives putting it together nice and neat like the brown bag lunches the other mothers packed for all the proper boys and girls. But we were never proper like the other little kids who never had to worry that their need would not get fed cause it was always packed and waiting at the door for them to grab. While we were dumping cushions and pawing through the drawers nickeling and diming our way into tomorrow hoping it'd get lost in the chaos of the mess that we were fed. And all the proper little kids were sitting at their tables filling up on goodness and yesterdays provisions knowing there would always be enough. While our dirty little hands were sifting through their garbage as we sat in wrinkled dresses and were eaten by our shame and we hid behind our leanness saying we weren't hungry when inside our hearts were dying to be fed. We watched the proper children going home to tended gardens with flowers out their windows and sidewalks you could ride on with a bike that carried baskets full of dreams. As the weeds grew in our back yard and choked out all the sunshine making all the plants die but only on the inside so no one knew the gardener was bad. And the proper little children were read stories at their bedsides with their covers tucked around them in their sheets that smelled like sunshine as they slept inside the comfort of their lives. While we wrestled with the sheets that tangled up our beds and we posted guards and sentries in the castles of our fairytales and dreamed of being proper little kids. |
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