A Basketball prodigy

 Competitive like a Kangaroo

I am driven like Kobe Bryant

I will become the coffee grounds that keep flies off delicate flowers

They say I’m delusional but I can stand for justice
(Fyi the girl doesn't have powers, she just thinks that she does)

Chill and relaxed

I am competitive like a lion

“I'm going to win”

I will protect you from the 

frightening storms outside

You will never feel unsafe

in me 

now just disintegrated.

I am your family and friends you pushed away, 

Left in the dust.

Gone.

I am your happiness,

dripping away.

A puddle evaporating away.

I ride a baby polar bear like a motorcycle

Changing each night

Is all I can be

But I hide the strength that sustains me

Because of the wilted rose within me

That holds many beautiful things

Such as coral, fish, and seaweed

I am bright when you look at me, you stare at me in awe

I wave at your hellos

and splash at your numb toes

But that is just the outside, things you can see.

What about deep down

Something that’s invisibly still there. 

Not physical, but emotional

My secrets.

I became the puppy that is always there.

A puppy with floppy triangular ears. 

...

Like honey, I stuck with her when streams fell out her eyes. 

Like a sword and shield I would cut through any situation where I believe she is in harm

I am that dandelion puff, swaying in the wind of her breeze.

...

There with her for the coming of the future.

I have a hard exterior 

But if you get to know me 

than you can see 

that you can break inside easily

My ethereal taste know your lies the way a princess knows her waltz

Don’t say I did you dirty,

Because no matter what you say

I am the water, and you are the fish

I am the forest to your desperate fire

I am the dandelion to your wish

I am the model for your glamorous attire

I am Ben

I am a fat shadow

Following my master’s every move

Slow moving and sweet like syrup 

Sitting on his lap in the morning and sleeping by his side at night

I am like the moon, big, round and always circling around my master, the sun

Jumping on his lap whilst he's on zoom calls, listening to his teachers say my name

My master is my feeder, filling my belly every night and day

All while I sit like a king on my stool watching my master at work

I am a big beach ball

Bouncing up ever so slightly when I hit the ground 

So round you think you can pop me

I am like puddy

My girth spilling over when I settle

Jiggling when I move

My purr is as loud as a jet engine

Keeping my master up at night

Always requiring him to turn up the television volume during his favourite programs

I am motivated by food

Always perking up from the deepest of sleeps when I hear the creaking of the pantry door

Acting cute to my feeder so he’ll give in and feed me treats

My master is my feeder for which I very grateful

I am Ben

I trot and run fully.

I chase birds and bees 

And when I hear keys?

That's another story.

of people telling me 

that I'm short

Ok, that might be true, 

But it doesn't stop me 

from dropping you 21-0 

when we hoopin, bro

“Get back on defense 

and let the bigs get the boards” 

my coach barks

The funny thing is 

I can box out, 

can catch boards,

can be everywhere 

like the bigs

Who needs height

when you got the bunny hops?

I’m just like everyone else in here

 a perfect body

Flowy hair

Skinny body

Perfect face

Your beautiful

In your own way

The earth is ugly

Full of haters 

That are just living in

Your world

Your like a flower

Beautiful 

Not like any other flower

You glow in the sun

You thrive in the rain

You do not have to have

A perfect body

I am the brave star 

on the stage

I am Selena

Like the own dear person 

In my family that is also

A cynical person

I am the better brief 

On the climate 

I am Selena 

Like a large brighter

Person I try to be

Tonight

I am a brave and pessimistic

Person that people don’t notice

I am Selena

Quietly and peacefully, I became less cold. 

My edges softened. 

I shouldn’t need the perfect legs

I don’t have to have the perfect silky hair

I don’t need the perfect golden tan

I look in the mirror and admire gladly 

at the unique hair, face, and 

body that reflects

I won’t tweak my body

for somebody else,

I am uncommon and 

will not change.

Before you see that I so much more than what is on the outside 

Well that is your loss you chose to be so shallow and only see what is on the surface instead of what is underneath you are losing out on getting to know me and that is really sad for you. 

the girl who you think isn't smart 

Because the color of her hair.

Like come on, Let's be fair.

 Don't judge a book by its cover.

Every hair color, size, looks, insecurities

Is beautiful.

Understand that y'all.

Yep, that's also me 

who is apparently only supposed to

 “Cook, clean, and raise children.”

Let's be fair.

There’s no one way

To be a woman or a girl

Every hair color, looks, size

Is beautiful.

Understand that y'all.

There's me 

Who apparently is not capable 

Of most things because of my gender.

I am Not replaceable.

So treat me better.

I am unique, beautiful, kind and intelligent.

My gender/hair color/size/looks have nothing to do with who I am as a person.

Don't be irrelevant.

Please remember that before you judge anyone.

I am proud of who I am and who I have become.

Do not try to bring me down..

It will never work, clown.

I will do what i want when i want, i'm not going to let you walk all over me.

Please respect me.

My legs are long but attention span is short

My nails are dirty but my criminal record is clean

My bones are hard but my feelings are soft

My brain is empty but my bladder is full

My poetry skills are bad but my intentions are good

I thought this would get better but i am afraid it is getting worse

Men have to be big and strong.

Women have to clean and cook.

Men can't wear dresses.

Women can't wear suits.

You can't cut your hair like that.

You were born a girl.

You can't be a boy.

I can be a boy.

I am a boy.

I can wear dresses.

I can do what you can.

I am normal.

I am me.

They are strong.

They are normal.

They can do anything.

They are you.

I am strong.

I don't have big muscles, 
but I have a strong mind.

Nobody's words can cut me down

No one can tell me that a male is better.

My wrath is unexplainable 

when someone dares to utter

“Adelaide, you must get a husband 
and stay at home.

I should be able to choose

 what happens in my life

Not 

You.

I will excel past your greedy expectations.

Don't be afraid

I will change the world

I will make my mark.

So go ahead, tell me that i am nothing

And i will prove to you, that i am

Everything

she’s a dandelion in a sea of grass,

And she will spread,

seep in to you,

take your breath away. 

I am the oldest child

I have the most responsibilities

You may say I’m bossy 

but my how many times has my “bossyness” saved you? 

When you do something bad I have a choice:

Tell on you - or let it be.

The tattle-tailing works for the little one and the middle one

But not for me

I get that you want to be like me

I understand your job 

is to annoy me 

But it gets old fast

I start like peaceful clock 

but when you turn me to the hour by telling me I am bossy 

I make a big dinging sound and I shatter glass

As the oldest I protect you from trouble

I try to stop when something bad happens

I stand up for you over little things

What you call bossy is me helping you even if you don’t know I am

You may not like it

You may not take it

But I want you to strive so just listen

I am the oldest and I protect you

I do not boss you to make you miserable

I tell you things that I made mistakes on that you could learn from

Wether you choose to listen to my “bossyness” is up to you

But all I want is for you to be the best possible you

You are plenty

You are enough

 

Just because you are the oldest child

Doesn’t mean you have to take care

Of the immature younger siblings 

Tell the parents to go on a date another day

Tell them to go shopping another time

Listen, 

You are a huge help

You are adequate

Thanks for babysitting your siblings

But please

Go hang out with friends

Go play a sport

Have fun for goodness sake

You are not going to let them do this to you 

just because you are the oldest child

It’s time to take a break

I have a question that is a statement

I can feel the world around me

It’s itchy, scratchy, noisy, and overwhelming

Anxiety and sadness can consume me

Tears can flow but when they are gone

Happiness takes over and I love everyone

Emotions do not define me

I just want everyone to understand me

And that I am like everyone

to stop profiting off Perfect Bodies 

I am not a socially-accepted body. 

My body - My soul, 

I don’t fit the mold 

of having a certain weight

of having certain ideal shapes of 

Legs

Nose

Stomach

Eyebrows

Mi cuerpo - Mi alma, 

is not what society seeks. 

It's brown as the sweet 

hot chocolate on cold nights. 

It's as large as soft conchas, 

pan dulces we eat together.

But I am not the slowest.

Just because I’m not good at sports,

That doesn’t mean I’m bad.

be the boy who cried wolf, Saying once again, 

“I can’t remember” 

on the stage

I am Selena

Like the own dear person 

In my family that is also

A cynical person