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"Just pretend the bread is tasty" he told his daughter, as they ate their dinner, because the bread was all they had. She didn't mind eating the bread, but it wasn't tasty. Maybe the white peoples' bread was tasty, She wouldn't know. She'd never been inside one of their houses. She could only imagine what it was like. Their life must be so much better, their life so much easier, with fancy clothes and shiny cars and friends and boyfriends who knew how to laugh with real smiles. It was only in college that she realized that they were just real people with dreams and insecurities and imperfections and hope, just like her. Their adult lives were not any easier Their academic struggles were not any easier They struggled just as much as she did, to become a lawyer. Some made it, - like she did -, and some didn't. And as she watched her daughter behaving like a spoiled brat, after realizing they were just real people,.. She wondered who really had the better life. |
Copyright ©2015 Ashi Shadow - 10/15/2015.
And don't forget, the title of this poem was "Just pretend the bread is tasty".