If I could be anything
I would be a Sara with
a magic light in my pocket
and curling lips that point up up up
to the path of balloons.
and people would smile at me
in my bubblegum tree
and wonder just what made me
a Sara, and they would ask each other,
'why can't we be like that? :
a Sara, with her fitsy toes
and skippy nose.
her dusty mouse hairs
and bags full of color.'
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