By: Theresa Egan
Laurel School, Shaker Heights, Ohio
When I was a little girl,
My thanks never meant more than a genetically mutated goldfish
But my influence was transparent like filtered water from a kitchen sink
And my love and aggravation had wings to soar outside my integumentary bedroom.
When I was a young girl,
I spoke the truth with protruding branches.
Mother called back my obtuse gifts
But I leaped and bounded through golden oblivion.
When I was a middle school child,
Priority and commitment warred like the Greeks and Trojans,
Impurities broke the surface and required tools for fixing,
Tools like consciousness, carelessness, and metal wires.
Now I am a teenager in high school.
A veil has been lifted from my once glowing aura
Revealing a peculiar creature with mangled joy and wilting grace
Where Pandora’s box thrives with animosity inside a beating heart in wait.