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Camp Potter; Day Two Arts and Crafts
Prompts: Maybe, maybe not; Blue; Wind; Was it always like this?; Strength; Less
Poetry BC; Pain
Words: 171
Camp Potter; The Magic of Magical Summer Camp
Day two: Arts and Crafts
This
Was it always like this?
Maybe, maybe not
Were they always fighting until they were blue in the face?
Were you just stronger before?
As if strength has anything to do with it.
"He isn't my son!" She yells
"Well he sure as hell is mine!" He retorts.
And you just curl up outside their door.
Little Lily Luna Potter
The one the press can't get enough of
You're nine years old
Yet you're wise beyond your years
You know your parents won't stop fighting
The wind is just too strong
And it isn't calming down
It isn't any less
You blame her
Not him
How could she say your brother wasn't her son?
How could she raise him to be a man...
Only to tear herself away?
How could she be so cruel?
You think of that
Everyday
Every night
Every minute
The major question in your head...
"Is she going to do that to me?"