I’m waiting to be born

squatting on the Welcome Mat

of the world

i mimic my bullfrog totem animal and croak and burp and fart

but no attempt

can match his Majesty

my bullfrog jumps on my head and creates

a halo of mud and slime above and around

my eyebrows

a taste of what’s to come

he starts the chorus

and I pretend to be a coqui

the Caribbean crooner

Exiled to a Hawaiian luau

i am impatient

wanting so much to be born

I want to jump onto that sea of stars

And fall into the Big Dipper’s

domain

my body is heavy my head even heavier

Bullfrog says my parents have seen my

Huge Head

my Outlier brain

and

Return me to God

i don’t know it yet

but

No More of Me

will be born

Ever

I’m a Down’s Syndrome Child

and I wear

my Star-Helmet

with pride