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Mary.

June 3, 2019
By Anonymous

When I was four I saw the garden as a rainbow.
There were different colors and I thought of a meadow;
Rain had come and gone through the night
And I couldn’t wait to go play in the light.
I loved being outside, even the flowers came out to play
I played a game with the lilies, daisies and the blue jay.
The blue jay told me to go inside and tomorrow he’d still be outside. 
I met someone when I was playing a fairy by the curbside.
I ran in, ready to tell my dolly about a girl that was colored red like a cherry,
Her body was pale, her hair was red and her name was Mary.

My mom thought that Mary was just a phase and she was imaginary,
I said mommy don’t make a scene! She’s not scary and she could be a fairy.

When I was twelve I didn’t think I was a kid but I thought myself of a teen,
I thought I was cool when I consumed caffeine.
My mom got me this thing, all the kids have it and I couldn’t resist;
It’s called a cellphone, or an iPhone? Have you heard of it? It was attached to my wrist.
I thought i was cool to have a phone, I wanted all the guys to know now I was grown.

When I was twelve I had a friend named mary,
She was my best friend and I couldn’t call her imaginary.

When I was sixteen, I was in High school.
Classes were hard, teachers were mean and I knew I was no longer in preschool.
To once think that my backyard is a meadow, now I think it’s just full of crows ( shadows?), what even is a meadow?

Guess what? Mary doesn’t exist, she’s just imaginary.
My mom was right the whole time.. She doesn’t remind me of a sweet cherry.

Now my friends had other friends their names are different and they are considered magnificent.
His name is Juul, her name is Corona and have you heard of Ecstasy?
You usually see them at parties, people treating them preciously.
I didn’t like to be involved with their new ‘ friends ‘
All they ever did was give them bad addictions.


Mary is gone now.. She doesn't respond to my calling, she doesn't answer to cherry.
I kind of need her, she was the Tom to my Jerry.
She was the only person invited to my tea parties but now all i see are people popping smarties,
How do you think Mary would feel if I joined the parties?


The author's comments:

this is my first poem, also it reflects on our childhood and how teen years change us and we lose our innocence. 


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