growing up, we sort of lived
in a socialist
household,
almost communist with
one
dictator
in charge of us all.
she ruled,
our mother.
we did what we were told.
we had to share beds,
share clothes,
each of us got equal servings
of food.
a slice
of bread for each.
patiently we lined up
for our
turn in the bathroom,
going easy
on the limited hot water.
we were all hungry
cramped together,
we were all cold.
did we like it,
hell no.
but once we earned a few
dollars
for ourselves, we hit the road.
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