Written by: Gracie Bawden

I am a kite,
My yellow heart trapped in the confines of
Two short poles.

My white ribbons spread around me like
Harsh streetlight rays
(In the mornings I conveniently dim to nothing)

I sway tamely to the rhythm of the breeze
I am at the wrong party.

I am stretched
My string spread out straight
A roman
Dead end road.

And I am wrapped around my father’s fingers
Which are whitening at the tips
He is scared.

Will I plummet
Or will I fly?