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My Time

 
A leader got murdered
on the tarmac of an airport
we so wanted him
the man at the palace
wanted our land
maybe he would be different
we mourned thousands of miles away

So Beat It
hit the market
boys screaming in high octave
red studded jackets
with zombies from graves
we ate popcorn at the cinema

graduation from life
how odd
I still sported flowers
in my hair
and wanted San Francisco
the Police said
Every breath you Take

I loved Irene Cara
wanted to grow up
to be just like her
we have almost the same
skin tone
I didn't grow up
She flew

Duran Duran
skinny jeans
spandex
tights
leggings
they were right
we were
Hungry like a wolf

My Time
turbulence
indulgence
discovery
growing up
too soon
smeared lipsticks
Lighted candles.
Written by Grace (IDryad)
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