childhood

childhood

A Poem by prettybretty

Mother used to put a bow in my hair
Father came to birthdays but I didn't care
Auntie dressed us up with a goth flair
And Uncle took us to the Renaissance fair.

© 2017 prettybretty


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The rolls we ask children to fit into, as defined by the clothing or expectations placed on us from. A very young age.

Concise and clear.

Posted 7 Years Ago


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prettybretty
prettybretty

Lawrenceburg, TN



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Brett 24 TN, USA agender/nonbinary pansexual Sicangu Lakota Native American OCD, BPD, & ED I've been using this site for 10 years to record my poems. I don't write to be good at it, this .. more..

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