Desert Child

June 10, 2012
By hayleebearbinsk BRONZE, Corrales, New Mexico
hayleebearbinsk BRONZE, Corrales, New Mexico
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My skin, the color of stones and broken cars
Forever dry and cracked are my hands and feet
My roots and my aura, yellow like
The cactus flower across the street

I am the desert child

You were blonde and fair, polished with pride
Practical, steady, always clean
Your home smelled like sailboats and
Airplane rides



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