{Totally fiction}
I used to think mannequins were people
who had died,
people who had passed on to a better world of bright lights and
better clothes that's when my mom caught me jumping off the roof of our three story house.
No, I mean literally caught me,
by my overalls
and snatched me back to safety.
She told me,
to think I could dwell
in fake snow at Christmas and diamond
studded earing around Valentines day
was silly.
I should have known.
I can't remember the last time
I saw a black mannequin.
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