Feeling so small
as the youngest and smallest
of a big family -
Served last,
Cut out of conversations
at the dining room table.
It was as though
I was invisible
and got smallest portions
of food.
Now! I've blown up
like a puffer fish.
I dress to be noticed.
Made of marble,
no one can push me around
as though made of dust!
That is me now.
The me I am becoming
doesn't need to be big -
When I grow up
I want to handle being small.