Growing Up
March 4, 2021
Sometimes mad at the world
Is what I am
Because since I learned to brush my teeth
The world was supposed to treat everyone fairly
And everyone got birthday presents
And everyone got their own warm bed
And everyone had a teddy bear to clutch
Marching up to the Valley of Endless Goodness
As a young spirit
Hands covering my eyes
Heart racing with eager excitement
Then opening my eyes now
To find
Nothing.
The breath leaving my chest
In one forgettable exhale
“oh.”