Boxes

I’d like to return this box

It just doesn’t fit me

I want the one that I chose

Not the one that’s given

I’m not ungrateful

It’s just

The ones given never fit right

The first one I got was way too big

And filled with glitz and glam and no privacy

I wanted that at first

But

Things have started to change

Believe me I tried to make it work

But I realized I don’t want everyone to know my name

The second one was too too small

It had visions of me doing track and throwing a ball

But truth be told

I rather play some chords

So please do me this favor and remove this box from my sight

The last one is the worst of em all

Its all beat up

In addition to that it had me on the cold streets without a sign of help anywhere

A disgrace to my family I wouldn’t dare share

So please just throw this one away

Finally I am free from those boxes and able to find what fits me

Down the aisle and around the corner I go…

That’s it!

The box on the wall!

That’s the one I want!

It’s perfect!

The size is nice and perfect for me.

No glitz and glam Barbie

No dirty sports

No poor and ugly

And for that, I’m proud

Plus that name…

I love it!!!

But I won’t tell you what it is…It’s a surprise only to be revealed at the end