I am still author poem
6am flu in my bones, Mum's why phone while her screen glows, Did not get lunch i want but chose another Dad words, concentrate, I tucked it like medicine An eww flew past, A snatch, a stare, a pram too fast Mum said sorry to cleaner, I could not talk Bus 53, Annabeth mispronounced May is coming, names are hard, We all fumble Mum said Celine, That's my name. I don't want to but texted anyway Trainers didn't care but my peace didn't sway. Slow by cars, my fear I looked at mum with hatred No one's pure and perfect, I did not shatter. I am still author