Kelli Lage

Made Up Of

I am made up of those who taught me. The ones who made me laugh those who made me roll my eyes those who helped me see life within myself. I am made up of early mornings and watching cartoons before trotting onto the school bus. I am made up of kicking my legs while swinging, to reach the sky during recess. I am made up of checking books out from the library. I am made up of longstanding anger to get rid of strawberry milk in the cafeteria. I am made up of playing the clarinet when I didn’t care about the clarinet. I am made up of non-aesthetically pleasing outside of the lines art projects, that made my heart happy to create. I am made up of days of Shakespeare lessons. Counting my row of classmates, to see what page my turn to read aloud would fall on. Making sure I know each word, missing the story entirely. I am made up of looking out the window during lessons. Picturing the world outside, longing for adulthood. Only to grow, and step back into the school hallways.

Kelli Lage