Changeling PhemieC

Still crying after ten
She’s paler then the day before
Can she hear us? Does she know we’re watching her?
We’re taking notes. We’re asking the hard questions

Is she ours? Where is she from?
I cannot say I recognize her face
Sure I didn’t look like that or act so strange
When I was her age

So quiet, but so much rage
She broke another toy today
Teacher told us no one tries to play with her at recess
But she doesn’t even notice

Isn’t talking yet, instead she sits outside
Drawing symbols in the dirt
Haven’t seen her walk in days
But she’s always somewhere different when you turn

I think I am a changeling
I was born with long dark hair, the nurse was scared
I didn’t cry but I was teething

I think I am a changeling
I broke open all the eggs ‘cause I heard baby birds inside
And they were screaming