Bella Ravenstar

(Southern California)

Little Car


One day
A small car
Like a toy
Like a car
She didn't have a license
But wanted to be free
Young and daring
Stuck in chains
Waiting for parents to leave
Daddy going to work
Momma going to take care of sick grandma out of town
She waiting to be alone
Grabbing the keys
Driving crazy
Not harming a fly
Swaying and swawing
Not an ounce of drunk
Lack of experience
Going where she pleased
Driving illegally
Visiting friends
Going to holy holies all over
Keeping eyes for police
Then coming home
Before the fam
Hiding the car
Pretending to be bored
But really recollecting the past thrills
When the fam arrived
No one knew
Her clever secret
Then day after day
No one knew
How free she be
Going where she pleased

Submitted: Saturday, June 28, 2008

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