Boogieman
I hate Christmas
Church and turkey
Dolls and dollhouses
Pretty dresses, I hated it all
I was only 11
I was not so tall
Uncle would visit
Jovial and sweet
He always brought those extra treats
In the night, so silent he crept
Telling me I was pretty
Touching me as I wept
I was to be the silent one
For its better off than dead
The boogieman would be coming
If I opened my mouth and said
I do not wear dresses
I am fat as can be
Inside is the silent one
Now no one will touch me
Copyright © Aurore Severo | Year Posted 2016
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