So young to be
so angry
hanging out the window acting blameless
Your white barrette holding
your bangs away from that
flawless brow.
So young and yet
so indignant
to the point of blind rage for my
error
Yet you may well be my nurse one day.
So young and yet
already immune
to little courtesies
Because your elders model
the convenience and joy
of ambivalence and intolerance
the bliss of stubborn confidence
surrounding us
smothering us
standing in for our wandering decency.
So young and yet
too proud like me
too vain like me
too impatient like me
too much like me, like your mother
that you cannot see
dear girl
we breathe in the same space.
You could be my attorney one day
my bartender my neighbor my hygienist my client
But go, go on your way happy to feel offended.
Our paths will cross
you won’t remember me.
Dani's Healing 