Starry Eyed

Wide eyes

Bushy hair

Tightening that first tie

With the same determination as every step from then on

Much tumbling after

Then came squinty eyes

Little hair

Belt tightening over a round belly

Filled with ups and downs

Feet still pounding

Yet heavier and heavier

I don’t want that

I can’t have that

I like the bellies hanging low

Squinty eyes or not

The feel of breeze below the feet

Will be enough

No care for a full head of hair

A roughened hand with a song slipping through my lips

And eyes still full of stars

Now thats the way to be

I’ll take the splinters

Not the bruising dress shoes scraping off my glitter

Besides my stars will blind before that ever happens