A Beautiful Mess

• Alycia Paczensky, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2017

Since I was a young girl
I was taught that expressing my feelings
was taboo
I had my heart ripped under feet that walked upon street gum,
abandoned like my father did to me.
There's only so much cello tape my heart can use,
before they are pointless from damage.
I have big eyes, I am told
I see the world for much more than a polluted, rotting space ball travelling through the universe
I see it for its hope, its possibilities, but also the unfairness in a small child's eyes when her mother is too busy yelling at her father to look at the painting she drew of them on a picnic rug on a sunny day.
I see the the horribleness in the world, people unable to love whoever they love because of race and gender.
My heart screams in agony for the world is nothing but a mess... but a beautiful mess our government and we as a whole race are destroying.