age 5

when i was your age,

i wore sketchers and kissed boys on the playground

because i didn’t know the meaning of that yet

i kicked woodchips at my friends

and i dreamed of being a

goddamn prima ballerina.

when i was your age,

all my aspirations were

pink-tinted and wonderful

i thought that anything was possible.

that maybe one day i’d be something wonderful too.

when i was your age,

i wished dandelions into the wind cause

even though they made me sneeze,

they gave me something more than allergies

or weeds i’d have to pull out weeks later.

when i was your age,

i didn’t know that dreams are priceless and

i didn’t know how to salvage mine,

because it was bigger than the sun

and i wasn't taught how to hold it properly.

at that age,

i knew freedom from myself and everything else

and

even if i didn’t know how valuable it was at the time,

i knew that i had something special

in the tiny palms

of my 5 year old self.