Little ladies, dressed in sparkles.
Dancing in glitters,
jolly and joyful.
Little boys, running in circles.
Stomachs are full.
Away from the dangers.
Little town, sunny and true.
Born on the uphills
of hush morning dew.
Little fingers, softened by youth.
Not a hair be out blown.
Not a day on the grindstone.
Big girl, little are your hands,
giant are your dreams.
The sun is in your heart,
the night is on your skin.
You can have the dresses.
The sunny and the dew.
The running in circles.
The morning without danger.
Laughter has a price,
only the privileged can out sold.
But that thing within your chest
is the currency of gold.
Take this smile, big girl.
Laughing is yours too.
Curve that mouth in a curl.
Pinch some glee in your eyes.
I will lay down with you,
in your bed full of dreams.
Your fight is my fight.
There will be no good mornings,
without the good night.
- The Price of Bliss
This is my entry written specifically for the June has Mirth 2020 competition.
Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed!
Photo credits: Vashti Harrison (https://twitter.com/VashtiHarrison?s=20)
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