Saturday, March 3, 2012

in Camelot

in Camelot,
her mother rode.
the dreamer of horses
and the

(once, briefly, another 'we'
were derided as
living there,
in the gilded heights.
but we didn't, 
or if we did,
we didn't stay long.)

little girls then wanted to 
have horses,
wanted to speak French,
to be thin
and dress beyond what they called style.
wanted to be educated.
wanted to step
on that sailboat.

do you hear them joke now about
do you hear them push
to the ground.

we were those girls,
and we fought 
and loved
and learned.
Dare you not push
to the ground.

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