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A young girl unsure of her purpose in life


Submitted:Dec 1, 2012    Reads: 14    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


Confusion

By Lacey Ann Bromfield

Who am i?

Certainly not Patti LaBelle

I close my eyes

I can't even tell

Can I act like Julia Roberts?

Or can I only read proverbs

Can I dance like Michael Jackson?

Or can I only walk with Hansel

Why do I shiver when I am to deliver?

Am I afraid I am not a handsome nigger?

Why do I hide from the camera?

Will it give me cholera?

When do I panic as if I have something chronic?

Is it when they say I am laconic?

When do I stay locked up in my room?

Is it when a baby enters my womb?

How am I the biggest loser?

Is it because I am just a cruiser

Who hides from Freddie Kruger?

Where can I go to exhale?

If I go to America, will I be eaten by a whale?

Where is my chance?

Will I find sweet romance?

Am I going to be old before I unfold?

So I was told

Will I die with tears in my eye?

Before night draws nigh?

Why was I created?

Was it done so I could be humiliated?

My parents made a mistake

When I was born there should have been a terrible earthquake!





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