I Am The Space Between My Thighs,

I Am Beginning To Measure Myself In Strength, Not Pounds. Sometimes In Smiles.

To Keep Up Appearances, I Stomp My Room And Slam The Door.

Write About The Emotions You Fear The Most.

For One Moment We Are Not Failed Tests And Broken Condoms And Cheating On Essays; We Are Crayons And Lunch Boxes And Swinging So High Our Sneakers Punch Holes In The Clouds.

Homework Is Not An Option. My Bed Is Sending Out Serious Nap Rays. I Can't Help Myself. The Fluffy Pillows And Warm Comforter Are More Powerful Than I Am. I Have No Choice But To Snuggle Under The Covers.