clock out
give me the leaves
that taste of cherry wine and leisure time
in a porcelain cup painted red
give me the sunset in purples and golds
with only a thin trail of clouds in the sky
give me the silence at the end of the day
when the machines in my ears shut down
when the smiles i faked can cease hurting my face
and my body grows big enough to take up real space
instead of being squeezed into roles too small
Sumayyah Talibah © 5 April 2017
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