Jersey Strong

It's actually quite bizarre, how familiar and strange this is all to me right now. I used to think Iist have been some exotic bird to you. You never commented on my accent, that is true, and I hear it now in your natal home. You're more normal than ever before.  I get you, I really do.

She fed us and was loud and blunt like all the mothers my own was never quite like. L shows up in (what else?) a white Lexus with tints and the latest dance music. We never change, do we? I'm amazed at how real this all is, I didn't have this. I miss it. It's in places like this that I note the difference, there are no pictures of us.

I think we fall in love with what we want to believe. I'm so good at it, I don't lnow the difference. I look at your dresses and realize we are more similar than you let on. My mother never admitted it, but I know she has it, too. It runs in her side, my dad's mom as well. But we are the same.

Two girls who wanted it, and grabbed.

I also thought more about it, today. She's just like me. Looks like a girl from Pelham Bay. I want to lnow if that's what he wants? But you and me know something like this. We see. I've ralways made friends with us.

You were friends with all the princesses , too. Except I'm blonde like you always tell me you love. I blend in because we look alike, in your mind. You thought I was one, I've had you fooled. But now we are on the fringe. We go to the parties and see the shoes, and, just like me you cried over not getting the same. I've never felt that seperate, refusing to accept this concept of inferiority. I've always thought that was ridiculous. You, though, don't lnow any better. My
Mother was like that, too.

I think this version of you is better than anything I see out.