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Yard Girl
I was once dominated by citrus tree's and the breeze that eased off Hellshire beach.
I was once a slave to my blue tie and white pleated skirt, but change is detrimental to growth.
When the plane took off it was sweet and not bitter because hard times hit.
Running away from problems is the easy way out
But not if facing them means death or physical hurt.
I walk around with secrets
They are so well hidden that
They became forgotten in my sub-conscious
Until someone reminds me I am a Yard girl.
