Afterword

I am a bud

That has not yet bloomed

I am a sleeping princess

That has never been kissed

I am not a child, 

And not an adult

I am a caterpillar

In a chrysalis 

I am a potted plant

That has not been transplanted

I am not dumb,

Nor am I a genius 

I am a book

That has not been published

I am in the middle

I am in between

I am not big,

Nor am I small

I am,

I am, a preteen

Jessica Sagers