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There was nothing I was ever so ashamed of that I dumped it in a river to drown, but one time my best friend accidentally tossed my pink fishing pole into the bayou when a spider dangled from the line. We were eight, everything was wishy-washy because she called herself a mulatto like it were an insult and my older friends kept mentioning that my mom walked herself to a liquor store very late at night twelve-packs bruising her German-colored shoulder. I did not tell them my father had hidden away her car keys. Girls teased me and I still wanted to kiss their cheeks at goodbyes, The Little Mermaid featured at our sleepovers saying, “kiss the girl,” so I did but we stopped talking when I bought my training bra, it proved what was in my skirt, my lips could not touch them again. You cannot kiss a girl if you are a girl, even if Disney movies say it is okay because Mickie Mouse has no ***** to be ashamed of though a wife of the opposite *** I learned important things until I turned ten and Hurricane Katrina unraveled the bayou into my house and I existed in four different classrooms in my fourth grade year where nobody had enough time to learn my name, much less the way it is spelled. Now, in therapy, the certified insists that I am a girl who kisses other girls because my mother only put her lips on a bottle. But maybe I wear striped dresses just because mold grew that shape in my home on Camellia Street, mud decorated the fallen refrigerator so it looked like a cow some punk tipped over. I just wish the sidewalk I use to rollerblade on hadn’t flooded.

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May 16, 2013

May 16, 2013 at 6:50 PM UTC

sarina

the little mermaid

There was nothing I was ever so ashamed of that I dumped it in a river to drown, but one time my best friend accidentally tossed my pink fishing pole into the bayou when a spider dangled from the line. We were eight, everything was wishy-washy because she called herself a mulatto like it were an insult and my older friends kept mentioning that my mom walked herself to a liquor store very late at night twelve-packs bruising her German-colored shoulder. I did not tell them my father had hidden away her car keys. Girls teased me and I still wanted to kiss their cheeks at goodbyes, The Little Mermaid featured at our sleepovers saying, “kiss the girl,” so I did but we stopped talking when I bought my training bra, it proved what was in my skirt, my lips could not touch them again. You cannot kiss a girl if you are a girl, even if Disney movies say it is okay because Mickie Mouse has no ***** to be ashamed of though a wife of the opposite *** I learned important things until I turned ten and Hurricane Katrina unraveled the bayou into my house and I existed in four different classrooms in my fourth grade year where nobody had enough time to learn my name, much less the way it is spelled. Now, in therapy, the certified insists that I am a girl who kisses other girls because my mother only put her lips on a bottle. But maybe I wear striped dresses just because mold grew that shape in my home on Camellia Street, mud decorated the fallen refrigerator so it looked like a cow some punk tipped over. I just wish the sidewalk I use to rollerblade on hadn’t flooded.