Ethereal Fairy Princess

“You’re our ethereal fairy princess,”

they said to me.

I was the only one who didn’t smoke

or do something else

in my little friend group.

The friend I was leaning on

said the group should,

as mostly older folk,

try to keep me

pure

from their “sins.”

.

~

.

Now I’m at their age

and I’m still

an ethereal

fairy princess.

ergo: I do nothing.

.

The older kids

now,

who I am a part of,

fret

about their influence

on the younger ones,

together with me.

.

No longer am I

the cause of worry

for them,

we discuss

their worries

about others

on an equal level.

Not everyone

is a fairy princess.

.

“This one kid,”

my friend says,

“doesn’t think,

he has asthma,

but he asks me

for one.

I said no,

but others didn’t.”

.

A week earlier

that same kid couldn’t even

recognize

a pretty glass bong

in a street peddler’s wares,

I remember hearing him ask,

“What is that?”

.

My friend

worried

that she,

as the older

cool kid,

was the bad influence

who had led him astray.

.

So I consoled her,

that it was not her fault

but society’s

that made him blind

to the possibilities.

Both of us knew

when he returned

to his school

he would have plenty of those

chances.

_______________

This was written for Magpie Tales

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