Etch A Sketch
I form the structure with steady hands
Ready to restart again
Careful lines precisely placed
Mending what was once defaced
Please don’t rattle me not one bit
Don’t you see I’m delicate
I am Etch a Sketch
This classroom is so cold
This teacher is so old
And he’s got the opinions to show it.
The desks have scrawled on words of woe
Is this where knowledge is meant to grow?
These people are so ignorant.
At least the naps are sensational
These posters are hardly motivational
I don’t even care anymore.
The Electric Fan
Spinning blades inside your head
Words a whirring drone
Can’t be switched off by yourself
Cools others off, wires red hot
Wanting something more
A label upon your face
Never changing ways
Pinnacle of corporate
I am just a deaf girl,
playing life by ear
Are butterflies afraid
as they’re leaving their cocoon?
I am still a chrysalis, far unfit to bloom
I’m wary of my wings, that feel so frail and thin
How do they fly against the wind,
so confident they’ll win?
It doesn’t matter what I am, two months old or eighteen,
There’ll be times when I’m naive
From stealing my nose to stealing my name
The risk of getting tricked always escalates
Things are slowly dissolving
We’re in hot water
Our friendship’s Alka Seltzer
was like finding a dollar on the street
Anybody could have found you
yet here you are at my feet
I placed you in my pocket
with all my other precious keeps,
And know you’ll always be there
in times of emergency