Secrete Heirloom
Mother’l buy her self a brick bungalow
a top
the hill, where homes are built just so.
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Every one there wears
hats and heels,
when they sit down to
dine in front of dainty
meals.
She says no sacrifice
is too great or too tiny,
too pure, innocent or
shinny,
to give, to live in
that part of town.
Now dear daughter hide
you sad face and frown.
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Now
walk to school up hill and find your seat
next to the girls that
are smart and neat.
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They’ll be the
students, the ones with a star
getting ready to
graduate with a brand new car!
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They were given’ by
their parents a proud heritage a dignity,
and confidence to
pursue their own, new identity.
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Now daughter dear,
these are the emotional riches, a sliver spoon,
all packaged together
known as an heirloom!
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But mother I don’t
understand, do I have this too?
They call me hideous
names and say I am a shrew!
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I don’t understand, is
there a difference between us all?
I wear dark denims and
a hand made shawl.
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I walk bent down to
hide my sad frown.
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But daughter dear, you
were given’ a proud secret to guard like a crown.
You were even given’
my new husbands last name.
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But mother I have this
sick, heavy feeling of shame,
all packaged up in my
heart of gloom.
Is this my heritage,
my precious heirloom?
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Well then I’ll bury it deep in my memory!
That’s where it truly belongs,
cause no one’s sorry.
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This memory or heirloom will stay buried
for as
long as I live.
I can’t believe this is the precious
heirloom
my parents planned
to give.
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*Selves*
June 30 2000
