Visions
I realized that I was no longer a kid when “They” looked at me and did not express the glee, the glorious reflections that my parents “see” when they look at me.
what do they really see, a 6’6 scholar, it makes wanna holler. Don’t characterize me, give me free, let me be, a teen....
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