crud_donor (crud_donor) wrote in _letterstoyou_,
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Twelve

I wrote this earlier today, about my friend Bailey. I'm not implying we were lesbians, cause it sounds like the poem is saying that. No, we were just good friends.

Dear Bailey:
Do you remember
When we were twelve
We talked about things no one else could comprehend
And didn’t giggle at boys and pad our bras
And didn’t wear make-up or talk about trends
Because we knew, always,
That it’s what’s on the inside that counts?

Dear Bailey:
Do you remember
When we were thirteen
We became angry that no one could accept us
And we knew we should be who we were
And still, we weren’t afraid to be different
Because we knew, always,
That being different is beautiful?

Dear Bailey:
Do you remember
When we were fourteen
We got so sick and tired of having to be set apart
And so you started to wear pink lip gloss and eye shadow
And I shook my head and tried to cope with the new you
Because we knew, always,
That sometimes people change?

Dear Bailey:
Do you remember
When you turned fifteen
We grew apart when you came back from California
And I found it hard to deal with your new glamorous ways
And you got mad and told me I was just jealous
Because we knew, always,
That we’d finally grown apart?

Dear Bailey:
Do you remember
Last week
We saw each other for the first time in months
And you said hello before I said how-are-ya
And neither of us asked these kind of questions
Because we knew, always
That we could never go back to twelve?
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