The White Picket FenceA Poem by Tionge Rosalie JohnsonI place a blanket on the grass and apply sunscreen to his back. A picnic basket sits between us. “Nice day,” He says. I nod. He takes out a sandwich and doesn’t offer me any. “I made these myself. It has extra cheese, just the way I like it!” He interjects. I fake laugh. He continues to eat and ignore me as my eyes wonder to a couple nearby. I see a husband, a wife, and two kids. Twins! One girl, One boy. The only thing missing, a white picket fence. © 2016 Tionge Rosalie JohnsonReviews
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StatsAuthorTionge Rosalie JohnsonSyracuse , NYAboutI'm a graduate student at the S.I Newhouse School of Public Communications studying Arts Journalism where I am specializing in theatre. I have a great passion for writing and editing written work and .. more..Writing
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