The Corral, 1999 Page: 12
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I see her in the window
Of the old stone hay shed
But she gazes out from her
Castle tower and sees
Rainbows in the pasture.
She sees unicorns in corners
And fairies in the pantry
And still she knows that
There is truth in tales.
She is a princess in a land
Where what cannot be seen is real
And her crown is a wreath of daisies.
Each morning I went from one level of hell
where I didn't know what to wear, to another
where only the dorky boys talked to me.
Oversized glasses swallowed half my face.
My navy blue Esprit purse always contained
a full bottle of Rave level four ready for the
battle between the Houston humidity and the
perfectly poofed bangs and permed coils adding
six inches to the diameter of my head. Debbie
Gibson sang of how she longed for a special love
or perhaps the one she lost last week. I joined
in the lament, ignorant of the longings of adults,
as I secretly pulled out my Barbies to reenact the
latest scandal on All My Children.
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