sole: This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

May 7, 2011
Tumble tears 'n' tots down the trod trodden footpath
that doesn't care to lead, merely follows as a sheep at my heels.
I need only point – the obedient creature darts left, right, wrong,
anywhere at all. Anywhere.

A sane girl's brain would point her finger toward fame,
alluring lashes, or a clean two-story house with a man to cut the lawn.
My voice speaks of these; my finger points.
My feet move otherwise, riveting
to the deep jungle stream,
echoing the cries of savage and heathen.
I am, I am, I am, they whisper – patter across the billowing grass.

My intelligent mind – quick fingers may be your God-given gift
but my feet are my own.

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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