Chrysalis

Look at us

Crooked teeth and messy hair

Not the cool kind of messy,

The kind that said ‘I don’t care’

Yet at least.

 

Look at then

Eyebrows un-shaded and straight

Pale and small, unconfident

Glasses, un-contoured round cheeks

Look at your beauty

 

Look at her

Quiet smile, unsure and shrinking

Inwards, buds of adulthood

Eyes dewy, soft kind, full of

Curiosity, un-cruel.

 

Look at me

When laughing was so easy

My eyes weren’t tinged with something

Dark, buried, hidden so well

And my skin was clean and smooth

 

My darlings,

Birds with broken wings

Minds with broken dreams

Hearts with broken strings

It’s gotten so cold-

What have they done to us?