Big Dreams

A Poem by izzy gerard

I don't even know if this counts as a poem, but whatever.

When I was in the second grade, I wrote a speech.

This speech, written in blue ink on my "Author's 1st Notebook," thanked my mom and dad, my best friend, and most importantly, America, for electing me to be the first female President of the United States.

When I was in the sixth grade, I thanked the Academy, again my mom and dad and my best friend for my Oscar for Best Actress.

Tenth grade. I didn't thank anyone.

When I was little, I had big dreams. The moon became a rubber ball, and in my eyes, I could grow to be six feet tall. I'm sixteen and five-foot-three, but it's the thought that counts. I never thought that I didn't have money or that I would one day be branded "imperfect." I never knew that marriages were reversible or sexuality was fluid. I never knew that houses weren't permanent and drinking was a disease.

I was just a little girl with big dreams. Now I'm all grown up.