Ask me,
though she tells it better than i do,
not because of her charm
but because it never happened
She says,
no bully salesman swaggering,
no rage, no shame, none of it
ever happened.
I only remember buying you
your first grown up shoes
she smiles.
Ask me how it feels.
Written by Lucille Clifton (1936-2010)
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