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,
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