I remember
she said she remembers
when her thighs were bigger
and her tummy flatter.

She said
all things admired her.

I remember
she said she remembers
when her phone rang every hour
and her bag filled with fresh flower.

She said
all girls wanted to be like her.

I remember
she said she remembers
when her clothes were swanky
and her account bulky.

She said
all airs revered her strongly scented perfume.

Now,
with a kid strapped to her back
and another clinging to her neck
she wonders how this life came about her direction.
Married to this lanky bus driver
felt so different,
like a bad fever.

Was it her
or her dream?
Too much talk
made the others mock.

Lies aren't all they are,
they are much more.
One lie for every fantasy.