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don't read my palm

it has too many scars

don't read this psalm

it speaks of wars

because i remember them taking down the swingset...

said i was too old and yet..

i wasn't ready

my first boyfriend

wasn't like daddy

he smoked somthing funny

"oh, don't play innocent"

but i was

never felt the buzz

i became complacent

a heart for rent

they gave me car keys

if i said please

i would compromise

to hide the lies

that made me who i am today

when i hide under the freeway

lost

they cut down my favorite climbing tree

so how can my chidlhood find me?

i remember roadtrips

semis and desert

the senses i try to exert

soccer games

i was fast at ten

although we didn't win

i got ice cream

i would giggle about the dream

of being a princess

it was a way to finesse

my barbies were dysfuntional

ken wasn't compatable

kelly wasn't loveable

barbie was divorceable

everyone was abusable

but i was traumatized

when my fish died

and i felt so guilty

for one, little, white lie

a quarter was alot of money

and sex jokes just wern't funny

boys didn't have STDs

they had cooties

so where did it go?

how did i stoop so low?

i fell asleep

and no prince can wake me

no kiss can shake me

no fairytale will fake me

i need a king...