Lockers 26, 27 and 28

They smacked lip gloss
in shades of blush,
shadow glaze and
cotton candy.

Wearing sweaters
draped around their necks
with a cashmere style
identical to each other.

They glared as I walked by
because I was one of the lucky ones
who wasnt afraid of being me,
comfortable with my own style.

I could feel the pain within them
and Im certain they knew I was a witch
but education only goes so far
in a small town in Kansas -

and I didnt have the energy
to prove to them otherwise.

Ive aged since then;
the smell of lockers
and hidden secrets
adorned with fake smiles
has long passed me by...

Lipgloss doesnt work so well with wrinkles
and the "Hot Boys" turned into beaters and cheaters-

I see those girls with broken wedding bands
strands of grey hair covering their tears
and they still think Im odd,
but I choose to wish them well
because my heart is also broken;

I just know who I am when I look in the mirror
and Im not afraid to be the person I was born to be;
besides...

I prefer to introduce myself
as an eclectic nature lover-
who laces her pockets with moon
beams and other magical things....