Light pink walls
Head deeply entrenched in the clouds
Just had to be good at
Papers flying like blankets
Mark out all the boxes
Swept myself deep into an oblivion
Using charcoal
And a hunger for more.

Smoking on the fumes of incense
Some candles to witness
Little black table
A large room all my own
Little princess
Little queen
And now everyone's worried
Everyone's fighting
Is queen an insult to humanity?

Shoving recent drawings into drawers
Wrote a booked entitled "Hope"
Animation, lipstick gotten taken away
By a third grade teacher
I don't know when I'll ever be
Who I'm meant to be
I use to wonder and dance
Faintly
Twirling a baton
Haphazardly
Or shining a camcorder
Personifying
The light and plight
Of Presbyterian school days.

Painting with acrylics
Knocking on windows
Tight little mini skirts
Platinum long blonde hair
Eyelined eyes
Reaching
Forever reaching out

Reminding me of the moss and humidity.