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purses, cars, and face paint
by Angela Thomasthings are easier,
now that you are gone.
there's no more
music at the God-awful
hour of five. the way
it used to pound into
my head was how i wanted
to treat you, harsh and
with hate.
i never did.
to me, you're dead.
i've erased you from
every scrap of memory
laying around here.
a friend told me you
still leave behind
messages, with such
vehement. that made me
laugh. i laugh a lot
more now.
i'm not afraid to call
over my freinds, laughing
and cracking jokes, there's
no one to judge me. your
rulings were always so
superficial. i remember you
telling me once how you
only associated with the
most beautiful people.
my friends had a different
kind of beauty, as do i,
that you couldn't handle,
couldn't understand.
we wore our beauty outside.
it wasn't found in our clothes,
our pounds of face paint, the
fact that our cars cost as much
as humble homes. no, it wasn't
worn as anything you could touch.
that's why you couldn't understand. 01/19/2004 Posted on 01/19/2004
Copyright © 2024 Angela Thomas
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