I am 3 years old and I am tiny
Many trips to the doctor will be made in the forthcoming years
To confirm and hope that I won’t be a “little person”
He calls me big girl in hopes that I will be a big girl someday
But for now I am 3 and I am tiny
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I am 3 years old and I am angry
I do not like preschool, but I am made to go anyway
I am 3, and I do not like preschool, being forced to go,
I want to be home with mommy
Mommy works
I am 3 years old and I am angry
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I am 3 and he forgets to pick me up from preschool
He is drunk and not reliable
I am often the last one left at school
Me and the teacher, the teacher who wants to leave too
I am 3, I am forgotten, I am lonely
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I am 3 and I am alone
Cars buzz by on the busy street
An owl stares down at me from a palm tree
I am alone in the world and I wait
I am 3, I am alone, and I am angry
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I am 3, I am tiny, I am angry, I am alone
I am so angry that I wish him dead
I turn around and I stare at him
He is asleep in my bed
and with all of my 3 year old might
I wish him dead.
I am 3, I am tiny, I am alone, I am angry
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I am 3 and I am worried
I am alone and I don’t know how or why they forgot me
I think they must be dead, hurt, injured
I watch each car pull in,
Hoping, praying, knowing the next car will be for me
The cars are never there for me
I am 3, I am alone, and I am worried
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I am 3 , I am tiny, and it is dark
In my bedroom shadows from the street lamp
cast creepy people into my room
The door is left open and the light in the bathroom is on
Just for me
I stare at it, the light as my last hope
It is not enough, I do not sleep
I feel scared and lonely
I am 3, I am tiny, it is dark and I am scared.
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I am 3, I am tiny, I am worried
Why have they forgotten me at the preschool
The preschool I hate
Where they try and make me drink milk
I do not drink milk, I do not eat yucky preschool food
I am 3, I am tiny, I am forgotten.
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I am 3 years old and I am tiny
Someday I will grow up to be a normal size
Someday I will grow up and I will chase after
Peace, Joy, Love, and Ease
I will comfort that tiny, lonely 3 year old
And whisper in her ear
That she is not alone.
She is not tiny.
She is not forgotten.