Sweet girl 
with the body of a woman
and the attitude of a feral kitten.
 
You rattle off your diagnoses like 
naming your Barbies.
 
I took you to get your stitches removed
from the time before I knew you
when you kicked out the window. 
 
 
We talk of ankle monitors
and crushes, 
being locked up
and sticker creations.
 
You’re a sweet quandary
with braids down your back
and a sly dimpled smile.
 
I wish you knew 
how i admire
your brashness, 
youre sweet, unapologetic
audacity.
How I wish to move in my body
the way you move through the world.
 
Aggressively.
 
Taking up
all the space you need.
 
While you drink your juice pouch.