friends

friends
two first graders
with gap-toothed smiles
and a shared love of ponies
leave school every afternoon
hand in hand
i want to freeze them
just like that
one pale like straw
in the harvest moonlight
one dark like chocolate
they call themselves twins
wearing the same pink shirts
one will have
every opportunity
privilege provides
and the other
will have to fight
for the right
to the space her body occupies
and both
will meet a world
that wants to use them
as pin cushions
for penises
and punching bags
for power

About m

My ego wants to think I'm a writer but my heart knows I'm just another one of God's Kids who sometimes has words to say. 2 human kids and 3 feline kids call me Mom. Or Mooooooom. Or mewom, depending which you ask. I'm kinda-sorta busy being a student again; this time I signed myself up for a bizarre torture known as Graduate School. Theoretically in 4ish years I'll have earned some more nice letters to put with my name. Let's face it, I'm addicted to learning and probably need rehab to restore me to sanity and remove the obsession to read books. I don't remember what free time is but I think I like to spend it sleeping or playing in the mud on a river bank.
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  1. Pingback: The Season of Non-Violence, Day 51 | stories of survival

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