belly exposed and feet in the air,
is treason to my upbringing,
my childhood training, where
I wish I could go back just to
grab your hands and say,
"Let's never try to run with boys.
Let's runaway instead.
Be marine biologists like
in Miami, Malibu, like Barbie."
If we did that it'd be all different;
I not numb and you not dead.
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