Dragonmarch

I love my backpack. Can you see it? It's right here on my pale skin That can stay white in a Jamaica luxury resort. It's right here next to the family Christmas décor And Grammy's chocolate-peanut-butter Easter eggs. It's right here next to my journal entries about boys And my private school paraphernalia. Even though it isn't really on my girlish figure Or near my history of awkward social screw-ups. Can you see it? It's full of stuff. Good stuff. Money and passes and permits That's what's in my backpack. I can go anywhere. I can take it anywhere It'll help me anywhere. The people who don't see it Think of me as a spe

Little angel with great big wings, Hear me out as I say these things. My mind is not perfect, it's flawed to the core. But watch me try to be something more. I've wanted to be with those who act like I do But I hope God helps me out in seeing others' graces too. It's very easy to accept the people I meet But it matters more when I see people on the street I saw a group of different people today, But when I saw them, my mind started away. Luckily my little sister guided me on But the pain I feel is worse now that you're gone. May the bad things I think not become the bad things I do May the bad things change into the good in time,