Only a grown-up
Would come up
With that stupid
Title.
I am 3 year old.
I want yummie food
And soft blankeys
And a new teddy bear
Once a year.
I am 5 years old.
I want to play
With my legos,
I want to go to
The movies…
But not the scary ones.
I am 7 years old.
Why don't you want
To play with me?
I don't care
If I'm a girl
And I don't like
To wear dresses…
Especially green,
Polka dotted ones.
There's too much
Thinking,
Grown-ups
Trying to make
Sense of stuff
That's so simple…
To feel what I feel
To cry when I feel sad
To laugh when I think
Something is funny,
To be hurt & NOT stuff it…
To play when I need
To cheer myself up,
& eat a scoop of
ice cream
because I know
it will make
me smile
& feel better.
I want to be held
I want to be happy
I want to feel safe
I want a lot of things
And my Manea
Listens to me,
No matter
What age
I am.
I don't always get
What I want
When I want it.
But I know she
Accepts me,
And sometimes
That's all I need.
