What Do You Want To Be
The first-grade girls were in a pattern.
What do you want to be?
A princess
A princess
A unicorn princess
A faerie princess
A pony princess.
Then they reached my child.
A witch, she said.
I will eat princess and chop unicorns in half.
The princesses gasped.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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