pixiegirl2

The grown-ups would ask, when I was a kid, What do you want to be when you get big? We were doctors and lawyers and superheroes! All said cheerily through mouthfuls of cheerios. Replies would be long, replies would be short. "I want to be everything!", I said, with thought. The bliss of childhood, I'll never forget. Not once would a decision be filled with regret. As we grew older, we knew were fooled. The innocent friend that we called life, Had an envious twin known as strife. Ah well break's over, so back to work I go, As dull as it is; to this day I'll still be reminiscing, About a past much more exciting. Kirsten Z. Jacob

                      "I am me.."               Who ever that may be.                           Made by a world,                Not easily understood.                      I am what I am.                                Of race ethnicity or a sexuality.              A loner, an outcast, or unappealing you see.                        Popular and attractive or just plain carefree.                      I think what I want.               Not what they tell me.                      With their tubes and their lies and their tricks           To try and bend me.                         I am who I am.                     But t