I was cleaning my vanhome recently and I found a fat envelope I thought contained old letters a friend had written to me. When I looked closely, I realized the handwriting on the paper was mine. On some of the pages I’d copied texts I’d written to friends soon after leaving my not-very-nice boyfriend. On another page was a poem I’d composed less than one month after leaving that guy. I want to share the poem today.
Declaration of Independence
I want to
sport hot pink bandanas,
sleep when the sun set,
and awaken at dawn.
I want to
laugh at my own jokes,
dance among raindrops,
then sit in silence and calm.
I want to
read paperback novels,
eat yogurt and apples,
wear pants and be strong.