Another Time

August 1, 2013
The whispers of the wind
are calling me
Back to the dense woods
where I belong

Every night is another journey
that seems part of
a different world
where I was all along

A journey to a space in time
where people didn't judge you
by the color of your skin
or how much money you made

The woods where I ran
and did all the things
that little girls do
There was even an imaginary friend

She never judged me
we played all day
and we didn't see the world
just as black and white,
we saw the gray in between, too

We saw the world as it was
But we didn't try to hide the fact
that are clothes were to short, and hair frayed
we embraced what we went into

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SamanthaW said...
Aug. 5, 2013 at 2:47 pm
I enjoyed reading this. Each line added more to the picture that was being painted in my mind. I could easily visualize everything, so you did a great job :) I gave it five stars because I really do love it. 
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