Just One Little Object Poem by Fletcher Wright

When she was little she enjoyed crayons, rainbows, and other trinkets,
She was a normal little girl.
She played with was little girls play with.
She did thing little girls do, they play with dolls,
dresses, skirts, dancing, mother’s makeup.
She was the perfect idea of a little girl.

And then she had something taken from her,
With that went her femalely.
No more pinks or purples, red and green and blues.
No more doll, Pokemon and Dragon Ball
No more dresses or skirts, pants and a shirt
No more dance, running.

She’d always be in an opposite group.
Always having a little fun with the Different.
She never got what the difference really was.
Never getting it until she started to grow up.
Until it wasn’t normal to take baths with your cousin.
Until it wasn’t normal to change in the same room with the Different.
Until it wasn’t normal to sleep in the same bed as the Different.
Until it was time for her to be the Same once again.

This shift in change did not go well.
She continued to be the Different.
In her middle school, there where locker rooms
Always changing fast and getting to class.
Maybe once sticking around to watch
Just once she told herself.

She realized that there was something not right,
she was not like the Same, she was odd.
She liked to stay in the locker rooms sometimes.
She liked it when the Same gave her hugs.
She ignored this.

She tried everything to get rid of these nasty feelings.
She threw away CDs, DVDs, pictures, photos, anything
that reminded her of the Same.
She tried to rationalize it, it’s just something the Same goes though.
No, she was off the mark.
She tried going to classes to get rid of it, only that made her feel worse.
She tried to draw it out on paper, no, it made the feeling more.

She gave into the feeling.
She realized she like the Same.
Nothing could be done.
All because she had something taken, something she can’t even remember,
something that is just an orange-grey.
Realizing that some things that had been going on for years weren’t right.
Being easily frighten by anything, even the dark.
All because on simple object was taken.