As a kid, you must have imagined what it was like to be an adult. Now that you’re a grownup (or becoming one), how far off was your idea of adult life?
I’m at the same age as the women I used to see,
primping themselves pretty,
working out at the gym,
looking more beautiful than the women they replaced –
still bound to their men, like a phantom limb.
They had their own children,
who learned to live with their lies
seeing a man not their daddy flit through their lives
going to school with the true ones, the ones who bore his name
but they learned to live with it, and why not?
it was only shame.