A drop of golden sun

A gift from the sky 

Not yet ready

To tell the world "Hello!"

No longer colorless, 

But ready to shine

Once I start

There's no stop

It's part of me

Glued to my heart

It makes you want to be your brother or sister

It's a habit

You should watch those

They can become your character

Take matters into your own hands

Before they can dictate your life 

Wanting to stop

Before they outstretch your lands

One wrong move,

Could mess up your whole life.

Attend college and work as a lawyer,

Or work at McDonalds.

Yell at them once,

And lose their trust. 

Hold the door open for that pair of struggling elders,

Or wait for someone else to help them.

The gorgeous feel of summer

Felt as if it were

Bitten by the icy bitterness of fall.

Hot chocolate or tea?

Warm beverages and pumpkin spice.

Gourds and ghouls.

Skeletons and zombies.

What are you?

You thought I was perfect.

You copied my handwriting.

You didn't know what it was like to be me.

You didn't need to wear hearing aids when you were eight.

You still don't need them like I do.

You finally got revenge when,

You couldn't copy my car for science and it broke and,

You began to cry in the middle of school.

You could be a kind, loving person,

Or perhaps you could not be.

You could be a crazy cat lady (or guy, who doesn't love cats?),

Or perhaps you could not be.

You could become president,

Or perhaps you could not be.

You could be Hillary Clinton,

Or perhaps you could not be.

I suck in my stomach as my small, sixth grade, less than 5 feet tall figure,

Lay half under my parents' queen size bed.

How long has it been? 

I hear the rustle of many pairs of feet and ease myself out of their view.

"Found ya!"

I keep my hiding place and expect the bedskirt to fling up.

Instead I hear a "How'd you find me?"

From little five-year-old Emmie.

Softened footsteps running, hitting the carpet.

Then the faint sound of automated music.

Coming faintly from the other side of the house.

Soon, I get bored.

And lay on my parents' bed, staring at the TV listening to politics.

I've always been quite interested in politics.

I watch for about three minutes and then Jordan rushes in.

Jordan is my cousin, born a year before me.

The only cousin here that was older than me.

She said "Where were you?

I in turn said "I've been laying here hiding for the entire time. You?"

"Well, we.. uh.. threw a dance party in Syd's room for five minutes."

Every meal you bake...

Every snack you make...

Every bite you take...

Of that juicy steak...

I'll be watching you.

-Dogs