My Unstable Poetry

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Skipping down the sidewalk
I glanced through and out
Seeing what I could find in the out
My feet felt controlled
Then my ears felt like they had cotton balls in them
I felt rough gravel scar me
My pink shaggy dress ruined
And my socks tore,
They were boys who did this

At midnight I returned
Family in soft beds, I waited
Morning came and I put my brothers
Clothes on and cut my hair with a silver knife

My mother awoke first, she kicked me out
My father awoke second, saying that I could stay
But I had to work and not speak to them
With five stomping heaves, my brother awoke
I told him and he said," Have this."

Midnight had come and I chose to open it then
It was a binder
Brother, you understood