Scarlett Treat (1941 / Jug Fork, Mississippi)
Those of Us Who Live...In Houses Made of Rose Colored Glass
There are those among us
Who have been, for years,
Living in Houses...not well
Protected Houses...but Houses
Made of Rose Colored Glass...
And we thought, for the longest
Time, that our houses were perfect...
Until, that is, that first crack appeared? ,
And the house of Rose Colored Glass
Came crashing down at our feet,
And there we were,
Well, we developed our own houses
Out of self-defense, simply to cover
Our fears...and We learned to laugh
Again, and stand on our own two feet.
But there are times...Oh, yes, there are
Times, when I long for the dream I had...
And that House of Rose Colored Glass,
For the world was lovely then, and I
Didn't feel so alone...
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