&& im trudging along

slowly

but trudging just the same

with a ziplock bag of cheerios

the only possession left to my name

black headphones

& holding that blue notebook

like a life-line

//re-wind//

back to when i was 5

& i was my mommy's princess &

my daddy's bearcub

but daddy & mommy hated eachother

& gave me the reasons is a long list..

&& i figured

i have monsters under my bed

that nobody has bothered to chase away.

i have to listen to my sing-along tapes

EXTRA loud

because the screaming never ends.

&& everynight

i tuck MYSELF in tight

wanting everything to go away.

if i am half my daddy's bear-cub

&& half my mommy's princess

does that mean

only half of me is loved?

[[ 5 year old bear-cub princesses should not have to worry

about dinner & cold bath tub water with no more bubbles

& being picked up late from school [[all in haste, it's all a waste]]

& locking her door at night

& pluggin' her ears up tight

and whispering to dinosaur animals under the covers

in a house that never sleeps.]]

<3<3<3

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