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				Autobiographical Poem - 
            
          
		
		
				
		
				September 3rd 2012, 10:51 PM
			
			
			
		 
               
 
Feedback please:
 scared to have this girl
 nursery's repainted
 going out for quesadillas and tea
 the night that i arrived
 
 baby girl
 walking and talking
 small as a doll
 call me a genius
 for sorting m+m's
 
 precocious child
 violin in hand
 just six years old
 
 worried child
 trust gone
 strength gone
 courage gone
 
 lonely child
 internet and television
 museums and playgrounds
 are my new playmates
 
 faraway girl
 new green land
 miles away
 new places, old faces
 that all look the same
 
 new girl
 making friends
 with red pandas and anacondas
 we were so different
 then
 
 high school girl
 my friends melt away
 leave me alone
 the old hurts return
 
 college woman, college woman
 where are you going?
 back to where you began
 old places, new faces
 is this your home?
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