Writing

The pool deck is wet

It smells like chlorine

I am no stranger to this

I know the swim caps and goggles

I know the way of being a swimmer

The way you either are or aren't

How could I not

I loved it

I wrote this for a Lord of the Flies creative project for school for which a prompt was to write about what would happen if it was girls on the island instead of boys.

Our differences define our Beauty,

like the intricate details of every snowflake,

standing out from each other,

not in a bad way,

not in a sad way,

but in a beautiful way,

Maybe some day

I will be as good

as the others.

Some day

I will be able

to look in the mirror

and feel pride.

Maybe some day

I will love myself

with no strings attached,

When you are old and too tired to sleep,

Steeping like your lemon tea

In ancient memories and dreams,

I wonder if you’ll think of me.

When your forehead’s deeply lined

With remnants of the tears you cried

I wonder

If I kept writing

Would I fill this whole notebook up

Or die trying