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Blame
by Erica
I was the one
that stole the watermelon gum
from the shelf
of the local drug store.
It was because you said, "no"
and I was only three years old.
You took it back
and I said I wouldn't steal anymore.
"The cat knocked it down",
actually, I was spinning around.
I had to make up a story
to go with the pieces that broke.
I was the one burning trash,
made fire spread through the grass,
and the backyard fill with smoke.
It was a dull winter day,
christmas seemed too far away,
so I had baby sister open a few presents
that just happened to be mine.
Years later, I thought I'd found
my missing part,
but he walked away, broke my heart,
and it wasn't my fault this time.
©2000 Erica
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