if i were a frog
under a pad
in a lake
i would be ugly
and gross and i
would not pick me
up

i would be afraid of me
afraid of hurting me
and of getting warts
and of my weird eyes
that do not look at me
and know who i am
that i am good.

i suppose i would hop
and swim so well
and hide away from
me under the lily pad
forever and i would leave
me alone there and so
we wouldnt disturb us
good girls no longer