All of My Wants

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.