I Know What You Are, But What Am I?

March 4, 2010
By , Boonsboro, MD
‘I am a bird,’ said the girl, reaching to touch the stars
With fingers coated in lust,
Drinking up an empty sky.
The disappointment was certain
And crushed her dry.

‘If I cannot be a bird, then I am a flower,’ said the girl, extending arms
To feign a purple tinge
That hid all insecurity.
The guise was sharp
And tore at her immaturity.

‘If I cannot be a flower, then I am a fish,’ said the girl, twisting for lore
Hidden among wily words,
Like a sea of galore.

The girl stepped forward to stare at that sea.
She caught sight of her reflection and said, ‘I am simply me.’

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Grania This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Mar. 20, 2010 at 12:42 pm
This is wonderful.
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