RESUME

I'm 17 years old.
I was born August, 1966.
I've worked as a maid in a small town motel.
I've worked as a waitress in a fancy-fake restaraunt.
I've worked as a babysitter for cute little kids.
I'm reaching for my grade twelve.
I can swim gracefully in still waters.
I can act beautifully on stage.
I can ride horseback clumsily.
I can run strong and forcefully.
I can see beauty and remorse in this world.
I can smell the morning dew on green grass.
I can hear children laughing and crying together.
I can taste salt in the words of man.
I can touch life without ruining its essence.
I can cry quietly in the dark of the night.
I can laugh hysterically at a clown dancing in a park.
I can shout openly and make people take notice.
I can whisper softly to no one and be heard.
I can pity the poor and disabled but not show it.
I can critisize mankind for his impulsive mistakes.
I can love only those who can also love.
I can hate the hateful.
I can feel for the world and its conflicts.
But most of all...
I can write.

Cathy Roy (Smith)
Aug/83