So rosy, all my cheeks so rosy
I feel like the spoiled girl who ruins all
Your birthday parties
The winner of musical chairs
You take and take and take and I notice
Every time the music stops we
Hold our breaths
For you
I am all alert and waiting
Six a.m. is fading
Wake and I'll be gone again
Until winter bites the cork
Empties pile on back shelves
Like penicillin bottles collected over a
Ten year disease
For you
I'd walk home from school nearly
Every day hopping cracks so
That I wouldn't hurt your back
You'd like all my finger paintings and
The boys that I would kiss
Mrs. Taylor, these are things that I will miss
Mrs. Veysey, these are things I'll truly miss
I am not a friend
I am not anyone
I'm just another person waiting in line for you
to change
