This is how I frame my past:
With gardens of learning to read and forced school pictures,
Infusing teaspoons of courage with Band-aids after bike wounds,
Looking into the yellow eyes of
The demands of the day and of the indignant people,
Unphased by the waves of the wide ocean as they play with my legs.
This is how I frame my past.
This is how I frame my present:
On the pinpoint of a human mind,
Feeling the fear in the word "decade",
Speeding through puddles on street corners
filled with sweet rain,
Struggling through the politics of hot suburban summer air.
This is how I frame my present.
This is how I frame my future:
Through the loops of tied shoes ready to move forward,
Eyes fixed on the golden trophy of campus
Every goose bump filled with anticipation,
Gaps and corners and edges making room for possibilities,
Stapling my inhibitions to the wall before I sprint through the door.
This is how I frame my future.
