By Kira Rodriguez Dad lifted him so he could put the top hat on my cold, smooth head. Mom wrapped the scarf around, not too tight, but enough that the wind wouldn’t blow it off. My eyes, dark and glis
by Ria Minhas Girlhood is butterflies and flower stud earrings It’s pinky promises and tiny buckles on tiny Mary Jane shoes It’s pinks and purples (but secretly, blues and greens) Girlhood is walking
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