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Tooth Fairy


I am my own
person,
 
yet a reflection of my
grandmothers' teachings
 
passed down generations until
they finally generated a thought
 
in my mind. My mom told me
the tooth fairy was real.
 
Took a bite out of the truth
and coughed up a tooth.
 
Yet, I still woke up with money
under my pillow as if
 
I could make dentures out of quarters
and nickel and dime
 
what's real. I was told that ginger
heals everything,
 
add some lime and honey
For hives,
 
Robitussin will tussle with
any cold
 
and Vicks will evict
the sickness.
 
These are just things
I was taught
 
to survive. The older I got,
the more stern the
 
warnings came. “They'll kidnap you
if it's too dark at night” became,
 
"They'll make kids nap
to show their might.
 
Stay inside. I don't want you
to be new on the news.
 
You knew this was a bad
place. Don't hurt yourself again
 
because back on the island
bodies were surrounded by
 
bodies of water.
Now, bodies are surrounded by
 
bodies of blood.” My parents
tried to teach me
 
how to doggy paddle in
a pool of innocence,
 
but dogs get put down
and buried
 
in front lawns. They tried to still
the rushing of information
 
but I still never learned
how to doggy paddle.
 
Drowning in an ocean
of information that I
 
received like sand unsure of the
rushing seas.
 
“Drive safe.
They're looking to pull you over for no
 
reason.
Pepper spray you if it's the wrong
 
season. Allowance used to be given
once a week. Now allowance
 
is given once
a life for breaking the law.”
 
My dad used to
teach me to shoot
 
into baskets.
The news shows how to shoot
 
into caskets. Regardless, I must
remember to never forget
 
that God loves me and
He's watching me. Making
 
my every step. The Bible
is a shield 
 
on this journey. And as I
mature in Christ and
 
follow His teachings,
I realize it takes
 
some growing up to see
the tooth fairy isn't real.
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