Box

I build my house on the bright, sandy, barren plane of aspiration.
I am young and I demand your respect.

There are bigger fish in the pond
But I am different,
and I sparkle.

I sparkle like my crown,
the one you ignored.
You were looking at my empty pockets.

I am Mary Poppins.
You look at my bag,
and to you it is full of shit.

So I climb out of your box.

It is too small for me anyway.
It covers your head so your ears cannot listen
and your eyes can share no one's vision but your own.

I leave our vision behind and trek to that shiny horizon where the bigger fish don't pick at my scales.

It was never our vision.
It was always yours, and I want none of it.

Your ribbons, your antlers are dull
and you speak to me
as to your child
who hopes for a crown like mine -

But you will look at her pockets
and she will find me on the horizon waiting for her.

I will take her to my land of hopes and dreams and teach her to demand your respect.

Because you are bigger,
But we are different,
And we sparkle.