Glasses

• Lana Hutchinson, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2018

I want to be a person,
Not a puppet on it’s strings.
I want to see the universe,
But not with broken wings.
Why do I still sit here?
Why am I such a fool?
I need to write a new page.
Defy the book of rules.
It’s why I wear my glasses,
I don’t mind if people glare.
I don’t care if people look at me.
I guess I like it when they stare.
I’m going to be a person,
Not a puppet on it’s strings.
I’m going to see the universe,
I’ll mend my broken wings.