A Different Medium
I wish I were made of clay
to be molded and sculpted
the ways I like, the way you like.
I could change and not be stuck
in this. I would have patience carved into me
and the anger cut away. I could slice off
the jealousy and replace it
with kindness. I would be shaped
the exact way people wish to see
me. The portions of me that are too much
are scraped, leaving all the best
pieces. But I am permanent
cement, cracked and chipped by people
attempting to carve.
Haley King is a Salisbury University student majoring in Environmental Biology and Creative Writing, she is also the art editor at 149 Review. Her poetry is featured or forthcoming in The Inflectionist, Hawai’i Pacific Review, and Poetry South. Inspired by nature, she blends her scientific curiosity with artistic expression, crafting pieces that reflect her connection to the natural world and human experience.
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