As a child they could not keep me from toys
And bionicle sets with new pumps and screws
I loved the bright packaging, the restrained action figures, the smells
of cheap labor, plastic and toxic paint
One in a gray container, with a screwable top
I savored the rich satisfaction when a Titan
rose at the end of copious construction
So perfect you saw no difference from the image on the instruction booklet
A pink one under a bubbly plastic covering
Fructified like soft cotton candy swirls
When you flexed its long arms from the soft flesh
A vein popped out the dragonballed body
Others had accesories, allowed you to become the figure like a suit of armor
With an innocent new soul and curiosity inside it. And one
Was scaresome, for there, out of red eyed dragons and Kemetian
gods, a friend could be lost.
Now, to pry open packages, to finger in bolts,
To build steroid infused He-Man, out my old soul
Is beneath all Black adolescent dignity. I write
To reimagine myself, to rebuild from my parents' instruction booklets.
sunrise
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bonfire friends
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sadness
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purple skies
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true love
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My Cheerleader
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womans transformation to happiness and love
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future life together of adventures
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