Crayola
my crayolas
and a package of condoms
I've got my glue stick
my child proof scissors
my child proof pills
I laugh like I did when I was five
I cry like I will
when I'm ninety
little boys still hit you when they like you
my diaries
with black covers
tainted pages
of stories more than secret crushes and crushed secrets
my crayolas
and tampons
I've got my barbie doll lunch box
and my clip on big-girl earrings
playing tag with the little boys
I'll always be playing tag with the little boys
a woman in pig tails is not so much ridiculous
as it is
beautiful
me and my crayolas
finding out
there's much more to life
when you color outside the
lines.
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