3rd of July

February 20, 2009
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My father is exploding with frustration
Like the day-early fireworks overhead
They blast every car alarm in the 3A section
Howling in fear that someone is taking them

I ran my sticky hands down my chubby thunder thighs
I don't deserve this body, do i?
My stomach detests the sick sweetness
Of perfectly pure and innocent cotton candy

Up high enough to see
The L-I-double-R shot out of it's casing
Immigrants lurking on bicycles under the overpass
And vampire bats over Shea Stadium

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masSARAcre This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Apr. 8, 2009 at 12:21 am
This piece will be appearing in this year's publication of My World, featuring poetry from teens around the country.
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