GREEN EYES
Hazel eyes aren’t green eyes
A pinch of green is like a tiny morsel of salt, it won’t add to the flavor
Blue eyes with green tops are not included
Nor are color contacts
Usually aren’t gingers
Nine percent of people on this planet have green eyes
Those rare people are intellectual and kind
They are not mutants, they’re just eccentric, unlike people with blue or coffee eyes
Shrieking inside of them is the pain, trying to get out
But it doesn’t come out, ‘cause green eyed people don’t let it
They have a pure liquid of happiness in their necks, trying to parch their throat
Or their stomach trying to pull the strings too tight
But those green-eyed people don’t let it
I have green eyes
I’m a ginger
I’m not intellectual or kind usually
I’m simple
I have pain outside and inside
The pure liquid of happiness parches my throat
My stomach pulls my strings too tight
This all leads me to thinking that I’m not special, I’m just a lost person wisping away in the wind
RAT OF THE SUBWAY
I go down the trashy locked staircase every day, where no one has gone for years except for me
I open the door and stumble to the train tracks
Hop over the third rail, something to always remember
Walk ten steps, then I’m safe
Open up the rusty door of the room where you change the tracks
Watch the litter of kittens on track three
Look at the train on track four that’s supposed to go on to track three
Change it
I might’ve lied before, I’m not kind towards people, you don’t have to be kind to people
But you do have to be kind to animals, because they’ve never done anything wrong, and I’m kind towards animals
I realized this when my dad dropped me off at the bookstore and never came back
He did something ungrateful and wrong and that’s why he left me there, so I could lead a better life
The only thing he did wrong to me was to leave me with nobody Other than a grumpy bookstore clerk
SAGE
My name is Sabrina Alex Gimry Elworth
If I knew anyone they would call me Sage, not Sabrina
Nobody calls me anything because nobody really wants anything to do with a little girl wandering around by herself
They’re all worried that if they try to help the little girl the parent is going to come and be afraid that they’re going to kidnap her
There is nobody to help me if somebody does kidnap me, except for police
I know you’re probably not going to want to read anymore of this story, because you probably think it’s too sad, but trust me it gets happy
The story of Sabrina is sad, but the story of Sage is happy
KIKI
Caramel is a coat of fur that I love, that’s why, when I was little, I was depressed that we got a black cat
I named Kiki after Kiki’s Delivery Service; I used to love those movies
But Kiki is a good cat, always cleans herself, takes care of herself, and is loving
She has black fur on her back, a coat of white fur on her belly, and silver clean white paws
She goes out without me a lot, looking around for food, I don’t care about this because she always comes back
One thing I learned through Kiki is that appearance doesn’t really matter whatsoever, it’s what you do that counts, and Kiki might not look so good, but she is loving
TODAY
Today was a generally good day
Actually today was a very good day
I went on the streets asking for money with a sign that said, “MY KITTY, MY FATHER, AND I ARE STRUGGLING TO SURVIVE, PLEASE HELP” (which the part about the father is obviously a lie)
A woman who passes by every day and gives me money says to me today, “Here’s some lunch,” while passing me a thing that looks like a tv dinner but fancier
“Is it poisoned?” I asked.
“No silly, it isn’t poisoned,” she said.
Later that day I opened it
It had chinese sesame chicken, rice, blueberries, and pickles
I dug in, leaving nothing on the plate
THE SUN
The sun blanketed me when I woke up in my little apartment in Red Hook
I shoved the cockroaches with my foot and they scurried away under the floorboards
I looked out at the sun
It was flaming hot and looked very orange
The sun is a star and when stars are old they turn orange and start to fade away
The sun will fade away soon
Like this dream in the morning
DREAM
I woke up, relieved by not being in my uneasy sleep anymore
I felt a swarm of thoughts buzzing about in the crust of my mind, they all were my dream oriented
I looked in the mirror and realized that I was never Sabrina, I was always Sage
I heard my father calling to me from down the hall, while Kiki stretched out on my blanket covered legs
Strained inside myself I realize that I am real, not in a dream
I wish the dream I just had was a lucid dream so that I wasn’t so scared
But dreams are dreams and people are people and I am not a person who is lost, wisping away in the wind
I am just flowing with the wind
And I am the green-eyed girl