May 2016
I carry around a backpack, with the necessities.
Wooden sticks that make themselves known.
Different realities, encoded in letters.
Little metal discs that are exchangeable.
Pages of the past that are also in my brain.
A rectangle that sends my voice where ever I want it to.
I carry myself in a nervous way.
Hands close to my heart or over my stomach, holding myself together.
Shoulders forward, making myself small.
Shaky, apologetic whispers under my breath.
I carry impactful memories.
My brother's traumatized voice on April 19th.
My seventeenth birthday on April 21st.
Some embarrassing moments.
Some frightening moments.
Some good moments.
I carry titles that others give me.
Bailey
Bwee
Beeb
Bails
Martin
Miss
Ma'am
her
him
them
daughter
sister
brother
friend
******
junior
teenager
drama queen
student 2014123
Pretty-Pretty.
I carry on.
Wooden sticks that make themselves known.
Different realities, encoded in letters.
Little metal discs that are exchangeable.
Pages of the past that are also in my brain.
A rectangle that sends my voice where ever I want it to.
I carry myself in a nervous way.
Hands close to my heart or over my stomach, holding myself together.
Shoulders forward, making myself small.
Shaky, apologetic whispers under my breath.
I carry impactful memories.
My brother's traumatized voice on April 19th.
My seventeenth birthday on April 21st.
Some embarrassing moments.
Some frightening moments.
Some good moments.
I carry titles that others give me.
Bailey
Bwee
Beeb
Bails
Martin
Miss
Ma'am
her
him
them
daughter
sister
brother
friend
******
junior
teenager
drama queen
student 2014123
Pretty-Pretty.
I carry on.
