CHANGE IS ON THE WAY.
Change is on the way
There are some of us
Who want to live and love
Be with our family
Not looking at panoramic grey
Wondering what we'll eat today
Change is on the way
Change is on the way
Because it eats the soul
To hate and despise
Be witness to a litany of lies
So I can only surmise
It comes as no great surprise that
Change is on the way
Change is on the way
We're tired of walking streets
Heads down looking at our feet
Time to actively misery delete
Erase all acceptance of defeat
Time to dance to a different beat
Change is on the way...
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The playground is empty, as it should be past sundown. There is a warm breeze, and I can see everything despite the late hour. What time is it, anyway? It could very well be past midnight. I can never keep track of time, especially in the summer. A prickly piece of popcorn hides like a stowaway in the left cup of my padded training bra. I stuffed the tissue in last minute— a decision I’m beginning to regret, based on the events that are unfolding rapidly before me. To my left, laying non-chalantly on his back, is my date for the evening. He is two years older, could probably grow facial hair if he wanted to, and drives a secondhand Honda. He may as well be a Man. I, on the other hand, feel like a fraud with my too-short short-shorts, sparkly lip gloss, and makeshift push-up bra. I keep my arms pinned to my sides as I feel the dreaded circles of sweat beginning to manifest on my brand new Abercrombie top. I cup my elbows with my hands and stare down at my hint of cleavage, praying that the tissue doesn’t pop out like a white flag surrendouring my lack of womanhood.
By Marti Maley6 days ago in Fiction
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