You say I will never take my place among the stars, but if you break my bones, whole galaxies explode.
You say I will never decorate the night sky, but if you cut my skin stardust flies.
I carved out black holes with a slight flick of the wrist.
I painted on the constellations.
I am the reason planets spin.
So don’t you dare tell me I will never be among the stars, because I am the brightest one in the heavens.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.