Tuesday, October 20, 2009

A little improv poem

I wish I could say
I fit in here now
With every step I watch I
I wish I could say
I've calloused my skin
That nobody sees
That I don't cry when I'm frustrated with my inability to understand
That I've grown out of it
I wish I could say
That the sparkle in my eyes
And the little girl voice I use when I'm happy
Has changed to an aggressive glint of determination
And a deep, wise, serious tone
That is constant.
But I can't
Say those things;
I'm as small as a whisper.

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