When I was a kid, part of me wished
there was someone who respected me,
despite my age,
someone who didn't make fun of me,
because of my weird hairstyles, or
my rabbit tooth, maybe listen to me talk,
slip through my thoughts of changing the world,
maybe genie sounded funny when,
I desired about it.
Years passed,
my wishes didn't change,
but my concerns did.
Now, as I sip in tea,
I might not think about being friends,
with some unearthly creature.
But, I do think about the respect I never got,
misunderstandings I never intended,
proximity I could never create,
with someone as earthly as they could ever be.
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