I ride in a yellow monster’s mouth
with gum under my feet
I carry books like an ant with a piece of fruit
I can write with any pencil
no matter how small a nub
I can tell you what’s a rhombus and what’s not
I understand what you mean
when you spell out D-E-N-T-I-S-T
I know when you’ve been crying and when you lie
I know what an active shooter is
but they won’t mess with me
I’m ten and I’m fierce and smart and fancy-free