I was staring at baby
she was laughing and dancing
shaking her little red skirt with the classic white polka dots
and when we watched interactive cartoons she would repeat every word I said.
only waiting until I said it because she trusted me
she looks exactly like who I was
except with blonder hair, and those
thunderstorm eyes
the eye of the storm lays around the eye though. I could stare at them for hours
My mom told me I was like her too
was I cuter then her? I asked
she smiled, blinking slowely
you were the most beautiful baby in the world
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I had brown hair, and black holes for eyes. She described, what a beauty.
I ran loose like independance itself she said.
I didn't go to sleep at 6 and I cut the whole watermelon by myself
staring at the blood curiously until alarmed screams from my grandmother made me feel the pain
- biting the all of the pastries at the shop making my grandmother buy them, and riding on my
grandpa's shoulders on
our walks at night
and I didn't even feel the mosquitos.
- what happened to me?
is what my mother didn't mention
clothes, makeup, friends.
and boy do I notice those mosquitos now.
Even though there are less than half of one in the city.
- I'm afraid for my baby
that baby that dances and doesn't care what brand that skirt is...