When I walk down
The stairs and see
Fresh strawberries
And pineapple
And eggs cooking
On the stove
And bread in the toaster
I smile
Because the only
Reason that I
Get out of bed
Before 2:30
Is breakfast.

At one time
Every atom in your body
Belonged to a star
A beautiful burning
Ball of hydrogen in space
In the first grade
When they gave you
Those stickers that read
'You're a Star'
They weren't lying
So when I wish for a star
I'm really just wishing for you
And maybe
You'll be wishing
On that very same star
For me too.

I can not describe music
With words
No amount of imagery
Can capture such raw beauty
No poetry can do it justice
And I am no exception.

When you see my book
On your shelf
Think of me
And return it.
I lent it to you
It wasn't a gift.

I was young
Sticky hands
Wide eyes
Wandering through the garden
My wide eyes
Fell upon
People
New people digging up
The flower beds
The tiger lillies
And putting them in my red wagon
And taking them away.
My mother sold our tiger lillies
Because they reminded her
Of my father
And so she hated them
Both of them
And we no longer have tiger lillies
In the garden.

I'm jealous of Anna
Green with envy
But as they say
Green is not a creative color.
Why can't I be as pretty as she is
Why can't the boys fawn over me
Why can't I play
Three different instruments
Why can't I speak five languages
Three of which fluently
Why can't I be good at
Volleyball, Tennis, and Running
Why can't I look as good
In a bikini as she does
Why can't I realize
That the truth is
Anna is jealous of me too

My butterfly windchimes
Mean nothing to me
But it's still pretty nice that they're
There