When I was little
I would run free
Thinking about everything
Never quite
Fitting in
Loving the feeling
Of never sticking
To the paper
Given to me by
The teacher
Always escaping
The lines
Like a butterfly who
Never lost her way
Because she knew
We knew
The way was okay
For those
Stuck to
The paper
But not us
No
We were free
To fly
Above the trees
Above the birds
Above everything
Everyone
Everywhere
Who had ever tried
To hold us down
We are still flying
Fluttering
Soaring up
Up
Up
Higher
Higher
Deeper into the sky
Getting farther away
Never meant to stay
But forever longing to say
"I will not stick to the paper"
To the teachers who shushed our
Beautiful
Magical
Unfettered eyes
The teachers
The people
Who couldn't keep us tied to the ground
No matter how many times they tried
Because we are something more
Something anomalous
Enigmatic
Something who crushes the lines
That will never
Grasp
The wings that let us escape
The mundane paper
That was never
Created
For us who
Refuse to
Stick to the paper