Pink Bullets
From the time she was nine
all she wanted was a nine
every birthday brought more dolls
and cute dresses for the fall
watching her brothers play
shoot em up and jumping in the hay
all she wanted was a nine
she would grit her teeth so hard it would pierce twine
twelve years later she got her will
a shiny new nine with bullets she would fill.
Copyright © Malcolm Dyer | Year Posted 2007
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