They wanted to poke fun at the young girl’s lisp,

But it wasn’t there anymore.

By the time they could point

And laugh, it was gone.

The zit on the boy’s face

The day before,

Now his beard is groomed,

His muscles bulge.

Where is your misplaced scorn for me?

I, who change like mercury,

Like a fire burning blue

And white, vermilion, red.

Every fault and every worthy attribute 

Can be found in me,

As I live and breathe.

-jenn