To Be a Secret

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Do you remember?

When you were inside

When no one knew you were there.

 

Do you remember what it was like to be a lie?

To believe that we were the daughter

of a man who’s last name you wouldn’t even remember.

 

Do you remember what it was like to live deception?

Deceived yourself.

Wool over your eyes

your mother calling it peek-a-boo.

 

Do you remember what it was like to be found out?

Early afternoons, was it blood or swab I don’t recall.

 

Do you remember when you were a sad truth?

I don’t remember

I can’t recall if it was in person, writing, behind closed doors.

 

I do remember a video tape

and a sad sorry, I’m your dad I guess.

I remember putting on a straight face

pretending not to care.

 

Try to remember woman

You’ve grown quite old for peek-a-boo

 

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