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Security blanket and night light                                                            ­         pull the blanket up, chin tight                                                            ­    We  succumb to our fears                                                            ­           as  our  parents wipe away tears                                                         We  are  told it's okay to feel                                                             ­ but  no  one  tells us how to deal                                                             ­   Crawl  into our parents bed                                                              ­       told  it's  only in your head                                                             ­      Cradled  in Mommy's arms                                                             ­   we  feel  safe from harm                                                             ­              Sooner or later it's forced on us,                                                              ­   we  are told it's time to grow up                                                               Thrown out into the cold world                                                            ­     sink  or swim, little girl                                                             ­                  Just  because we turn eighteen                                                         ­      doesn't  mean a **** thing                                                            ­           Coddled, protected and secure                                                           ­           then  tossed  to the sharks gathered at the shore                                                            ­                               Wonder  why  they  come back home                                                             We aren't ever taught to how to be alone
When I was growing up, we were told when we turned 18, we had to leave home. No matter what. There were 8 of us. all of left at that age, some at 15, some at 16.Feel lucky if you got to live at home until you had stability.
Written by
Sherri Woodman  63/F/pa
(63/F/pa)   
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   Blue Sapphire
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