My Earrings

My earrings in fourth grade were nonexistent. A faux bloodied needle helped ma clear her throat.
My earrings in fifth grade were brand new. Ma was reluctant to rhinestone.
My earrings were in a box I carried with me. Ma called me ridiculous.
My earrings looked like Mickey ears. I lost one on the bus.
My earrings came from Gram's house, inflaming with infection.
My earrings were spheres and spikes of rainbow. I got them at FAD.
My earrings were pearls:one fake, one real. Ma would've killed me if she knew.
My earrings were too big. I got in trouble and wore them as bracelets.
My earrings were feathers on chains. One got away.
My earrings were large, dark hearts for two years.
My earrings at prom used to be Grandma Tiger Lillian's.
My earrings got me friends at college.
My earrings lived at Dad's for a month.
My earrings hate ma because she steals them.
My earrings are with me and lay nestled in the crib of my watch.