Ants are often underestimated.
Curious, they explore.
To them an ice cube is a glacier,
a puddle is a sea.
They scamper across every surface with tiny legs.
Still they stay determined
in a world so much bigger than they could ever be.
They keep their unwavering loyalty to their nest
through disaster and peril.
sculpting intricate tunnels.
They care for their young and each other,
putting the needs of the nest before their own,
mirroring humans in their determination to create the best life for their family.
Ants are adventurers and artists
with a passion to survive through the instability of a world
so much larger than we can imagine.
Creative, shy, artistic, forgetful
Lover of Undertale, Doctor Who, anime
Who feels awkward when speaking, content when alone,
Who gives laughter, friendship and socks
Who fears spiders, public speaking, and global warming
Who would like to see the universe
Who lives somewhere in between reality and her imagination
Day and night we pelt you
With never-ending questions
Endless streams of 1s and 0s
You contain worlds to explore
Games to play
Stories to read
Yet when you start to slow with age
We throw you out
Like an empty juicebox
You are a tool
You are unthinking routines
Responding to problems
You can calculate
You can make us laugh
But you will never laugh
You will forever be lifeless
Just a simulation
Just a computer
My name means “lady”
a word that has never described me.
It’s a name for fancy women
spending their time roaming marble halls
admiring antique pots and crystal chandeliers.
A “lady” would never be caught wearing black T-shirts
or fangirling over Youtubers.
They would spend their time tending to their gardens,
full of useless flowers that can do nothing but look pretty,
then wither away.
They wouldn’t be caught dead spending their time
or playing video games.
My name is a daisy
What if I want to be a cherry blossom?
Or a tiger lily?
Someday maybe I’ll want to change it
but for now
I am Martha Lourae W.