by Skylar Rockmael
art by Addy Reid
Play Time
An hour on Sunday when it was
Okay
Encouraged
To pretend
They were always sunny times
Even when it
Snowed
Hailed
Rained
Until on a hot summer day
It got shaded
The Sunday started off
Sunny
Alas, I wanted a new pretend
I was bored of being
Mom who
Cooks
Cleans
Cries
I wanted to be the mom who was
Dirty
Mighty
Strong
I wanted to be a
BOSS
Not of the world
Or the house
But of the pretend family
On this one Sunday morning
Suddenly, I was on trial
I was a lawyer
Who had not finished the
Second grade
The judge was not much older
And we shared many similarities
Hair Color
Eye shape
Mother
His qualifications were
Finishing the second grade
Within seconds
The trail was over
I was guilty of
To much imagining
My punishment was far worse than I thought
For I was restricted to playing
The Dog
I got up from the courtroom
On that hot summer day
But the warmth was gone
For the judge had created
Permanent
Shade
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