Michael M.

My Life as a Phone

           

I am a phone.

I wonder why I’m stuffed in places.

I see boxes everyday with cool pictures and symbols.

I want to be a person

I pretend I am always talking to people.

I feel funny every time someone touches my face.

I touch people’s oily hands and slimy colored nails.

I understand I can’t be what I wanna be.

I say, “I am so smart!” to everyone else.

I dream to be an ipad.