From a couple Oklahoma girls…who earned their pearls.
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Injustice: My Bell Jar Diaries
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Dark in the night
A little hand reaches up from the bottom bunk
We shared our worlds — asleep and wide awake
Our lives then, made our lives now — that feeling makes me shake
Shake their lies and hypocrisy of the day off — Get it off me!
You’ll never understand. You’ll never see. No one will look up —
Until I scream — What’s wrong with me?!
Bunk beds he drug us out of in the dead of the night, what he shaped us to be
The bunk beds they gave us, like most things — made us tough
No matter what we became — it was never enough, for any of us.
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Top bunk, under the blanket, flashlight, with a book, or my Sony Walkman
An hour and another passes, I do it again and again
Whispers and sniffles, muffled crying in the worst way
Always praying for a better day
We had to take the brunt of it
Not sure for what this was meant
Though, I have to give you credit for your badgering
All that ducking and swerving
Now — look — it made me a Work of Art!
I grew up and gave myself a brand new start
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Oh! Purpose and Peace come find me!
The wind whips my hair, setting my doubt free
The magic that flows in you and me
No one really knows how deep this goes
Deeper than you can ever imagine — We are tough!
Yes, we are diamonds in the rough!
Bunk Bed Burdens — Oh, Lord, we’re hurtin’!
Can you hear me?! Can you hear us?!
Distant fading prayer requests from a couple little Oklahoma girls.
Won’t you grant them a few pearls?
You Lil Dickens 
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