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Looking at photo albums at days I can't remember.
I was born on April 25th, 1999, at 9:00 central standard time, in Evanston, Illinois.
My dad brought me home from the hospital in his maroon Corolla car, that's parked in the driveway of my house to this day.

My first birthday was at my grandparents' house in New Jersey, where I live today.
The invitation and cake had a cute yellow bird on them.
"It's a first birthday party!"
The cake was vanilla.
I had soft brown hair and bright blue eyes.

I found pull all of the books out of the bookshelf and just sit there.
No wonder I love to read.
I would parade around the house with a block of cheddar cheese from the refrigerator.
I don't do that today.

There are several pictures of me with books.
Not reading them, but biting them.
Wearing my red shirt and blue jumper.
I don't wear jumpers today.

My mom would try to put headbands and barrettes in my hair, but I always pulled them out.
Today, headbands give me a headache.
When we went to the zoo, I smiled in front of the tortoises and frowned in front of the lions.
There's a picture of a peacock with a beautiful, blue tail.
I looked intently at the giraffe while hitting my dad in the eye.
He wore a cerulean polo shirt.
He doesn't wear that shirt anymore today.
I smiled in front of the hippopotamuses.

I would sit on the floor and play a toy drum.
I'm still very musically inclined today.
I threw every piece of clothing I had out of the drawer while my dad sat there and laughed.
I laugh, too.
I don't laugh much today.

I pointed at the camera a lot.
I rode a carousel at a place I don't remember.
I was riding on a cat with a fish in its mouth.
My dad and I smiled huge smiles together on the beach beside Lake Michigan.
I love the beach today.

I had a red beret and a blue coat.
My dad and I picked pumpkins.
I love fall today.

I walked around the house in my Philadelphia Eagles cap.
I don't really like sports today.

But today I have depression.
But today I have anxiety.
But today I feel like a disappointment.
Not the cute little girl with soft brown hair and bright blue eyes.
I'm the girl with faded red hair and blue eyes with not a lot of light.
The girl who hides in her room all day and reads.
The girl who cries more than she should.
The girl who misses being a little girl.
The girl who wishes she could turn back time.
The girl who cried while writing this poem.
Just something I came up with while looking at a photo album.
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Additive: I found out that one of the books I commonly looked at was Feminist Criticisms, isn't that unexpected.