five year olds had dreams too-
i always wanted to be beautiful-
with rich wine spilled on my
ironed tuxedo,
instead of apple juice spilled on my
torn overalls.

i cried watching car commercials
it always felt like rubber tires drove out of
the orderly and square television world,
just to run all over my self worth
show me what i couldn't have.

television kills
a slow screaming death,
rumbling out of the surround sound system.