Hot Wheels.

as I roll them a cross floors dirty with memories that were said to be untrue, I recall this one my favorite it was dark blue, this one took me away from the pain on the inside this one was black and fast it hide me from the beatings I felt out side, this one would pick up my mom and take her away for a while it was classy with gold trim it covered her bruises and always made her smile, this one was big enough for all my brothers and sisters it took us to places we been before a black and white police van a place that took pictures of our cuts a blisters, this one took my brothers away because the law said they were wrong their crimes were cries for help like the unheard abused song, this one took my sister to where she wanted to be in love not like what we had love that was free, the one I spoke of you know my favorite one the one that's blue it drove me away from the shouts and screams to a place where I had fun, all of them dried my tears hid my pain and helped me when no one cared their dream catchers hope chests to me they were the only ones there,