The Whole Me
I. Hair. It is a dark shade of unknown. It is not long But not short It is a beehive. It is a curse, but it is a blessing too. II. Clap I run on my toes The springs feel good on my feet. I jump I flip I make contact with the mat. Perfect landing Cheers fill the arena. III. I Talk. My voice wanders on its own path. For better or for worse. Who will ever know. IV. Numbers are everything. I love the possibilities that come with them They fly all over the room They flood my … Continue reading The Whole Me