The den was filled
with fold out chairs
and a little stage for me
she let me sing
parents smiled and clapped at me
finally sure and sane at three.
She's late again
I stare at sidewalk cracks
and kids that leave with cheerful mom's
in brown vans
shade of tree
the scent of schoolyard sand
and that lunch never made for me.
I stared up at the neighbors tree
and rolled round in the ivy
with sprinklers, leaves and dirt
and yells and pleads
by ladies
in plastic curls.
She's late again
I stare at sidewalk cracks
and kids that leave with cheerful mom's
in brown van
shade of tree
the scent of schoolyard sand
and that lunch never made for me.
Behind my eyes
Now did you ever try to look?
That seeming, quit girl...
Who's head
was a constant unstopping whirl
a pain that was staleandsafe...
she was staleandsafe...
stale and safe...
stuck inside of me...
stuck inside of me...
The tall one's talk like i'm not there
...(a child can't really think)
So i watched how ignorance
could hurt
while their walls
while their walls
crashed down on me.
She's late again
I stare at sidewalk cracks
and kids that leave with cheerful mom's
in brown vans
shade of tree
the scent of schoolyard sand
and that lunch never made for me.