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Growing
Up Safe
Our
neighborhood,
many
moms,
little
fear,
except
dangers
like
walking
behind
the
mosquito
truck's
white
poison.
Or
fights
over
JFK's
middle
name.
School,
never
safe,
I hate
team
sports,
imagine
eating
buttered
crackers
in the
back
yard,
dad
coming
home
at 5:30,
checking
the
mail.
Mom,
no
classes
to take,
endless
spaghettis
and
laundry.
Dad
doesn't
talk
about
his
day
-
a
scientist,
we don't
understand.
I'm
afraid
they'll
frown
for
getting
made
fun
of at
school.
Mom
clings
to Jesus,
dad
to maspectometry,
and
I
to
my room.
Before
color
TV.
Only
black
and
white.
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