Two tributes
each to my past
both to my future.
The first is a remembrance of what still lies in my room
A token of childhood
a pile of anthropomorphic animals in outfits
with houses and furniture and food items.
The second is a memorial
to a character from a book
the second half of her name
before she was lost forever
not even among where her ancestors roamed.
They are connected
one,
my past,
the other,
her future,
both potential and absolute
neither undeniable
both
connected
to me.
The toy falls
faster
faster
closer to the ground
its paws reaching out
it lands on the grass with a light thud
it hides there
waiting
quietly.
I have the chance to do anything
not quite everything
but many things
and I don't know what I want to do.
I could be a writer
or start my own company
or be an Einstein-level mathematician
I hate stereotypes
and the heavy, constant smell of perfume as I walk by my classmates wearing too much lip gloss
but I like dressing myself up
and I do care about my appearance
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