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