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"Childhood" (still looking for a better title)
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I begged her
To play Barbies with me.
I spent all morning
Making a family room
With pink plastic chairs
And a coffee table
With pink plastic flowers,
And I put Barbie (or Tracy
Or Jessica, whatever my favorite
Name was that day) in a sundress
And picked out
The perfect purple shoes.
I begged her
To come give Barbie a voice.
I could move the dolls,
If she wanted,
Hop them over to the chairs,
Fold their legs (without
Kicking the flowers).
Daddy could play,
But he couldn’t do girl voices,
Not really, not like
I thought they should sound.
Please come play with me, Mommy.
Please come play.
She gave me
One sad, slow smile
From across the room and said simply,
“I don’t know how.”
