I am a Bracelet
I am a bracelet.
I wonder why I make so much noise.
I hear my beads jiggling.
I see my colorful charms.
I want to be worn more.
I am filled with beads and charms.
I pretend to be real.
I feel the girl touching me.
I touch the jewelry box every night.
I understand I am in a jewelry box because the girl
doesn’t want to lose me.
I say to myself, “I love being worn.”
I dream to come alive one day.
