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Day 2
Mother couldn’t find me when she needed me

to slice the fish yesterday, so now I’m forbidden

to go outside. She’s standing behind me in her
green silk robe, with her neat hair tied back,

her black eyes fixed on me, and her small

mouth fixed in a scowl.

I don’t think she’s reading what I’m writing,

though. Let me test it.

I’m still going to be a samurai. She can’t stop
me. No one can.

My true place is charging into battle and
beheading enemies, not preparing food and

sweeping floors.

When I was out on the jagged rocks yesterday,

I told myself I was a samurai, and it felt right.

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