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Playground

fear of the unnamed  
and unknown
I climb inside  
and live there
the eight year old girl
hiding behind my  
Mamaís strong legs
silently  pleading
begging mute
while she pushes me  
forward, angry, disappointed
demanding I shrug  
my heavy shoulders  
into the shy smile  
and polite demeanor
she has picked out  
for me to wear
 
my skin recoils
angry nerve endings
in sudden, involuntary protest  
fingers reaching for me
cold claws of dread  
latching onto my spine
digging in deep and fast
Mama says the cure  
to me, to my weird
is hidden in my  
forced interactions
and in donning
That demure southern grace
smile, girl
(yes bigger!)  
you donít want them
to ever think  
you are unapproachable
give them your hands  
when they reach
across that expanse  
from normal to you
 
 she doesnít care  
I canít tell the difference
between friend and foe
monster and angel
so like a good southern girl  
full of charm and grace
I bury myself alive
inside the coffin of  
practiced rhetoric and smiles
that hide how I want to  
eat them all alive
to thrash their greedy, needy hands
instead I retreat into my abyss
until I become
the unsupervised playground
for all of their hands
monster and angel alike
LunaGreyhawk
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