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I am not poor.

I am not weighed down.
I am not ugly, fat, inadequate.

Not good enough, not pure enough, not strong enough.

I am rich.
I am free.

I am free.

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-short, evocative poetry-

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Bound

And I’ll be dust to dust bound to,

Shifting black wicker furniture just so,
Patrons aren’t disturbed,

By the rain between,
The hair-do and the pedicure, separated

By at least,

Three floors if the lifts are working, me I’m just
Splashing mops against mauve tile, they

Flashing manicured smiles, we
Electing marvelous politicians in fashionable leather,

Leather of the season, bound

To let us down in Range-Rovers, bound
To coffee machines spitting frappuccinos, just

Hoping for a tip to pay my damn school fees.

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-short evocative poetry-

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I grow old

Look cherry,
I can do it too!
Grow without trying!

I still wear make-up,
Iron my hair,
Go dancing,
Fall drunk,

I still give up,
Play dead,
Act cherry,
Cherry bright,

I still dream,
Laugh,
Scratch at my wounds,
Pretend,

I still wish I could be free,
And rich,
And well thought of,

I feel,
Even though I fell last week
And was not picked,

That I could be the one to turn it all around.

I pant though.
And gasp.
And wheeze.

I take Tylenol in the morning and complain,
Pay the bills just in time,

I cry,
And give up
And pretend,

I grow old.

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