A couple of poems…the cinquain is about our experience in the capitol of New Zealand; the other is a small stone about a young girl I saw at Cedar Point.
All traffic stops
People, like ants, scurry
Left, right, diagonally to
Shorts and a pink t-shirt
worn by young girl
Glittery sequins on shirt
At age five,
What does she have to rebel against?
Parents saying “No” causing temper tantrums?
Is this empowerment?
A true rebel girl wouldn’t wear a sign.
She’d just be:
Old enough to know why
Old enough to understand, and
Old enough to pick out her own clothes.
subject to shaping and polishing