Writing

Once, we believed in the Tooth Fairy,
a girl in glitter with sparkly wings,
who would sneak in the dark,
to swap teeth for quarters,
as if they were treasures,
as if our childhood decay
was worth more than gold.

Am I the rainbow or the rain that makes it?
You ask, but it’s me asking, too.
Do I paint the sky with color,
or am I the prism that bends the light?

One voice says: You are a song played in a minor key,

What a beautiful season

Yet i wish I knew what was going on

Behind my back

The memories I wish were gone

It happened right in front of me

But my eyes were to blind to see

Was it all a lie

“What groups are you a part of? Who is your tribe?” someone once asked me. 

i know all the words, of course. who doesn't? we are practically

brainwashed into our knowing, having to stand and face the flag

(when did you learn that it was hand over heart &

People say I should be--

Pristine

Presentable

Profitable

Prominent

Pretty

Petite

Polite

Pleasant

Perfect

Which one?