I Am (ENG 3409)

“I AM” POEM 

I am the only child of lesbian hippies  

I wonder sometimes wonder why they didn’t just get a dog 

I hear golden retriever’s are nice 

I see them walking in the park, Bosco on the lead, nodding knowingly to other lesbians 

I want that for them.  I want that for us 

I am the only child of lesbian hippies 

I pretend I’m not their kid sometimes 

I feel unrooted from their history anyway 

I touch the arid soil around me 

I worry I may not be able to garden like they have 

I cry during Wes Anderson movies as a way to cope 

I am the only child of lesbian hippies

I understand that apples do roll far from trees, and that meaning is not gained from perpetuity

I say to myself that this is all worthwhile

I dream of a time where that idea rings true

I try my best to just be a person while being saddled with society

I hope that it doesn’t always feel so heavy

I am the only child of lesbian hippies