April 24,2015
You might think I’m just
fresh meat waiting to age
with brown hair
and brown eyes
But I know I am more
way more than that
not a vampire or book
not a picture or equation
A firecracker
an annoyingly loud firecracker
When I’m incomplete
or in pain
When I go home and cry
looking at old camp photos
I am a firecracker with no fuse
not exploding
children disappointed
waiting for excitement
But when I’m complete
my bangers are strung correctly
filled with glitter and joy
Little children’s faces light up
and present their pearly whites again
I become an energetic
attention-grabbing firecracker
with massive and exotic decorations
shocking everyone with my loud bangs and pops
I’m one booming explosion
Until I’m all used up
and that’s when I’m out of business
I refurbish in a new body and start over again
and again
and again
The brown hair, brown-eyed piece of fresh meat
is a firecracker
a tropical, amusing, roaring firecracker
all in one burst