ThisIsMyLetterToTheWorld

Flowers

poems

are the souls

of long-forgotten flowers.

Whispers

poems

Cinderella fit the shoe

perfect-porcelain white-lotus-petal feet

slipping ever so gently into delicate glass slippers

apparently made just for her

by the handsome prince (he has no name)

Dear five-year-old me,

you are in kindergarten right now.

You are going to meet your absolute best friend in just a little while -

or maybe you already have.

Either way, remember to be kind to her.

I love being a girl 

but I hate what it took

for me to be able to go to school

for me to know I will be able to vote

for me to know that I will be allowed to get a job when I grow older

“Why?”

Well, why not answer “Why?”

The word why could have many answers, like: