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Jul 5
Dear Nicole,
It’s been so very hard
graceful lady, I know who you are....

nobody if they ever truly knew you, would ever want to step right in your shoes
not the magic ruby ones or those worn out cowboy boots
They only saw the pretty
Never the bruised
Never the innocent child
Who never once flinched at the truth

Dear Nicole,
You were born into fire
and never had a home
You were given madness
instead of a place to grow
Small hands held onto a big dream
A heart too soft for what the world would bring

a yellow brick lie
A girl with castles in her eyes
Stepped out and got hurt
Thought love was soft

But the world had claws
And no curtain hid its flaws
You were brave you believed
But nothing was what it seemed
Yellow brick lie
They told you to fly
Then clipped your wings mid sky

wasn’t easy, was it?
To be born pretty in a world like this..
beauty isnt armor cause it never stopped the hits
a mothers glass slippers running on gravel roads
and red heels that never clicked
A house full of ghosts...
And storms that would never quit

A father repeating pain....
An uncle with no shame
You learned young
That home could be hell
Under the wicked witches
jealous spell

Too many mirrors...none of them true
Too many lions without courage
Scarecrows pretending they knew
The wicked witch after you
But you..
You kept walking through

wasn’t easy, was it?
click your heels, but where’s the magic?
a new york girl in a world off axis
carrying broken hearts and alcoholic habits
A sister gone without a trace..
A mother fading into white lace...
An old pain... dressed in blue
Wasn’t easy finding you

Somewhere over the damage
You dreamed of Kansas skies
But the bricks were broken
And the wizard fed you lies

A ****** shadowed your youth
An absence that made you crave the truth
You played brave on the surface
But no one asked what it cost
They just called it Nicoles choices
And named what you’d lost

But oh, Dorothy
You didn’t need a way home
You were the road
Ruby hearted
bright eyed
Still breathing where you should’ve died
You were magic all along
In a world that got it wrong
Thank you Paulie, a special....dear...talented poet god with eyes that can see <3
Nicole Castaldini
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Nicole Castaldini  33/F/New York
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