Pink Balloons by Andrea Nicki

I am not a silent poet

The poetry leader tells us

to write about childhood experiences

He shares his poem about

his love for baseball

I write energetically about child rape

the ways I tried to love myself as a girl

When it’s my turn to share

he pops my pink balloon

says this experience must be locked in a room

with a professional therapist


I look at his blue balloon

the string held tightly in his hand

On it he has written

in thick black marker

“Pink balloons are dangerous”

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