Everyone wanted to be me
I had it all together, Cindy with the good hair
Yet I wanted to be like everyone else;
Bits of perfection and a whole lot of imperfections
When I lost my mother, I was used to pain
Darkness had become my favorite theme
This boy sat beside me like he couldn’t smell anger
A drink? He asked with his innocent brown eyes
I shook my head but I was dying to take a sip
Why join a school in Junior High 3?
Mama’s death didn’t hurt because I was used to loss
Dada died before my 5th birthday and Granny Kiki last year
Why wass this boy staring ?
Auntie Kate taking care of me
She has no idea my knowledge of the sobbing every night
To be cont….
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