My fingers were bare,
void of any diamonds and rubies I had been promised as a child,
and when you tried to teach me that love only resided up here in the mind,
I pushed down real hard,
I bore down and pushed the coughs through my chest,
to see if you were right,
but I was not sure of what you were speaking,
a life without carats,
without gems and reveries of magic in the capillaries,
of enchantment among the stalagmites,
you were just confused,
convinced,
convinced that this was the way of the world,
that I should only know life singing by a waterfall,
and when I asked you why they called me a flapper,
you dismissed such an inquiry,
and that was the last it was ever discussed,
whenever I was gushing over trinkets,
I tried to grin and bear it,
it was all in my mind,
it was,
and then I tried to remember that I did not belong to them,
my reflection did not either,
it had been some time since I felt freedom run through my arteries,
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