There\'s a lot of wants in the world,
And I can compile all of mine into a list,
Of all the things I wanted
But never did,
All the fears are on there too,
The ones that dangle
Above my nose,
And stare at me
Wherever I go,
The list starts off like this:
I want to walk down the street
Without pepper spray,
I want to wear light clothes, just for a day
Without burning eyes, burning hands,
Without someone trying to get down
My pants (or shorts, or a skirt)
Without wondering why it hurts,
I want to sneak out the window
Or explode like a dying star
Just to see if all my broken pieces go far
I want wishes on stars
And danfodils
Flown off by the wind,
And that one wish on 11:11, or 11:10
I want snowflakes on my tongue
And a good night\'s sleep,
I want to survive in a horror movie
Without tripping over two left feet
Or my own,
I want to roll down hills
Until I can\'t tell
The sky and ground a part
The wants and the shoulds
Are a long long list
Of everything I wanted
But nothing I did.