When I was a little girl, I dreamed of being a Princess dressed in the prettiest dress with shoes like Cinderella. I dreamed of white feathers, clouds, floating hearts, bubbles and ponies. I dreamed of a white horse carriage with white larger than life horses with a long elegant feathers sticking out of their harnesses and a coachman wearing a velvet long purple drape with a bright diamond like smile. I wished upon stars and I never stepped on any cracks fearing I would break my mother's back. I played double dutch, hop scotch and monkey barred my way through the kiddie parks around my home. I ran in the clean grass and blew at the dandelions that would grow wildly in the front of my home. I greeted people we knew and smiled at nice people we didn't. I held my mommy's hand and skipped happily to the beat only a child could here.
The innocence of childhood lost.
How much money do you make?
Where do you live?
What is the color of your skin?
What language do you speak?
What is your Social Security number?
Do you have a bank account?
Where would you spend eternity?
Are there any sales?
How would we make ends meet this month?
What health insurance do you have?
The world has been taken over by clowns roaming the streets with painted smiles and various acts of bravery with clothes hanging from their bodies and shoes they can never fill with empty pockets and gadgets they are forced to use.
Falsity overtaking human nature. People forced into desperation; running to an fro. Time moving on painfully aware of its end.
Every body's nose lost in a book dreaming of a different life. Happiness lasting moments at a time; once every two weeks then everybody settling into life's everyday routine.
"Mommy, I want a Pony" said the little girl to her mother with a huge, genuine smile on her face. Her mother looked at her fondly and said, "Okay sweetie, someday.."
The innocence of childhood lost.
How much money do you make?
Where do you live?
What is the color of your skin?
What language do you speak?
What is your Social Security number?
Do you have a bank account?
Where would you spend eternity?
Are there any sales?
How would we make ends meet this month?
What health insurance do you have?
The world has been taken over by clowns roaming the streets with painted smiles and various acts of bravery with clothes hanging from their bodies and shoes they can never fill with empty pockets and gadgets they are forced to use.
Falsity overtaking human nature. People forced into desperation; running to an fro. Time moving on painfully aware of its end.
Every body's nose lost in a book dreaming of a different life. Happiness lasting moments at a time; once every two weeks then everybody settling into life's everyday routine.
"Mommy, I want a Pony" said the little girl to her mother with a huge, genuine smile on her face. Her mother looked at her fondly and said, "Okay sweetie, someday.."
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