That Little Girl

The little girl who this poem is about actually happens to be me, and you can call me Mallory. Or freak. Either one works.
I got the inspiration for this while laying on my bed with my boyfriend Patrick, and we were looking at the bulletin board above my bed with a ton of pictures of me from when I was a little kid. The picture that actually sparked the idea was one of me when I was about three. I was sitting in a stroller, holding a bottle, and looking off to the side with a huge open mouth that was grinning. My curly brown hair was still an afro there because it wasn't heavy enough to grow down yet. I look so happy and innocent... That must have been a REALLY long time ago.