QueenBee

The little kids

Ask for advice.

"What's middle school like? Seventh grade?"

They ask what to do and

Where to go and

What they should prepare for.

I could give them a list

Like my teachers gave me.

I should've written it in pencil

I should've known it couldn't last.

Should've told it to a page in an in-between

Far from permanence.

I should've written it in erasable graphite

Should've whispered it to no one

I am begging you, resist it.

I promise that you can.

I know it's hard and challenging

But you know, you know she's banned.

She's off limits.

Don't play that game.

She's poisonous and dangerous.

There are so many things in this world.

So many things I could write about.

Love, frilly, pink, soft

Cloudy, foggy, angelic,

With jagged edges, the heartbreak that threatens your world,

Please, can't you say it?

I'm tired of guessing.

Why skip around the truth

Rather than outright admitting it?

We dance like fireflies

Flying around

Not hitting the mark

But making a dent

I sat down

In my seat in the theater.

We waited for the show to start

With anticipation. I loved the book

And now it's on Broadway

And I couldn't wait.

The show started up, and I'm not a theater kid