Julie Chen
What I Know
“She’s so little,” they cooed. “She probably doesn’t understand what we’re saying.”
They smiled at my presumed naiveté
as if watching a clueless newborn puppy
attempt to walk,
skidding and sliding over slick floors.
Without realizing,
I’d smile back,
the corners of my mouth pulling up
as if being tugged by marionette strings.
But I knew more than they could have ever imagined.