Some days I am a woman
Drinking straight from glass bottles,
My feet arched in tall magic heels.
Other days I am a teenager;
Flirtatious laughter and worn out sneakers,
Pushing sky-high candied shopping carts.
But most days I am a little girl
Wrapped in soft, warm comfort,
Feet never dangled over my bedside.
(taken from THIS IS NOT POETRY, available on Amazon.com)
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