I might look young, but i think i’m old enough.

i’ll talk like a grown lady,

to fight for what i want.

listen to me mom…

for the past 6 years of my life i’ve played barbies and dolls.

There are certain memories about you with me.

All i remeber is you yelling and saying,

“kid, what is this mess!,

clean! clean! clean!”

or maybe it’s the,

“when are you gonna listen!

you are just like your fathe...

Just give me a moment

to catch your eye and grin.

‘Cause connection is the first component

in love, isn’t it?

You say a few words

and a blush spreads along my skin.

You bring all the nerves

and the butterflies rush again.

I laugh at your bad jokes,

because every syllable draws me in.

And every part of me hopes

that _we_ could be a win-win.

I may have fallen,

oh-so-far.

So take caution,

you make...

Still staring up at the shelf

there it is, the only thing you want

your eyes lit up

your mother grabs your hand softly

and tugs you away

you try to go back...

No, you cannot

Add ice cream to the cart

I will not buy a gallon of pop tarts

Or chips that taste like lemonade

I feel bad for who ever paid for those!

Instead I’ll buy you vegetables

That do not cook until they’re told

Strange as it may seem,

they have their own team!...

Dear Santa,

My big brother

He’s all grown up

Off to school he goes

Leaving me home

If only I could come

I could learn too

He could teach me

All there is to know

But I can’t

He says

There are no

Small kids there

It is all

Tall kids

We spent the summer days

Together

And now he

Has to go

Leaving me all alone

And the tickle monster

Is never

Ever

Ever

Around anymore

All I want

Is to hear his...

clasping her hands

the child prayed

not for peace or love

but for something only a child would seem to want

desperately, hungrily

before the world caves in and the child wants something less

imagining the crisp water and the splash of its waves

she begged,

dear god

hallow be thy name

please give me a pool

it would be so cool...

...

I wish I were an adult,

Why, why, why?

Well, well, well, I say.

This is because all adults

Are not discriminated for speaking out or

Protesting, they can do whatever they want.

Why, can I not grow up?

But for us, we want to mature quickly to understand,

But also to be adored for our silly mistakes.

It is a shame how I feel old and young at the same time;

I speak maturely, but my mind is we...

I want her back

I want her smile back

I want her laugh back

I want her voice back

I want her jokes back

I want her hugs back

But I can’t have her back

I can’t have her gaze back

I can’t have her eyes back

I can’t have her kiss back

I can’t have her food back

I can’t have her scent back

I really really really really really want Mom back...

Here is a child

What they ask is simple

Yet time and again they are refused

How intense their isolation

Alienated in the extreme

This child with a family

Yet none at all

This child with peers

Intent to disown

This child with an eye

Toward an awful permanent fix

Would be free of these ails

With one humane change

Acceptance...