A young girl watches you
get out of the car at Wal-Mart
and thinks – one day
I want to be like that! The pretty car,
the nice clothes, expensive purse,
the perfect hair.
You are the vision
she holds onto, cherishes
in her broken-ness.
She will strive
to become . . . You.
You are her symbol-metaphor
for success – a chance sighting,
a living image of what it means
to have made it. . .
Out of the fear of less,
out of the poverty of nothing,
away from the cold truth of being
inconsequential.
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Small Pieces of Being 
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