We made our high-rise apartments
From trees and areas
Lined with rocks.
In our minds they were
Made of glass and chrome
The rage of the 70's.
I was always Kelly
With the long, dark hair
Making fingernails out of
Mama's Scotch tape
Because I bit my own.
My cousins and I
Fought every criminal
From coast to coast
Without ever breaking a nail
Or messing up our feathered hair.
I realize now that this time
In my young life
Helped me become the strong
And independent woman I am
Who relies on myself.
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