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By Misti Date: 2002 Sep 20 Comment on this Work [[2002.09.20.21.50.2960]] |
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it never really mattered what songs I wanted to sing how high I wanted to fly why I cried when I heard "True Love Ways" on the eight-track while the rain streamed down I was the appointed clown in petticoats and Mommy's rouge I never refused the spotlight every Friday night was a new slumber party everyone had fun except for me I took it all too seriously even in my Underoos I abused my solitude never in the mood for knock-knock jokes something in me broke when I stood onstage wearing a rhinestone tiara Daddy wasn't in the audience and I was wearing a banner I had excellent manners...I won the Miss Courtesy award I was tolerated if not adored but I floored my family on trips to see Uncle Greg at college when I said But it isn't College ...it's Jail they knew I'd tell all the secrets call them on the smiley face lies I was beyond my size and full of surprises even in my Capezio tap shoes I knew the blues. |