me

Me
I
I have brown hair
I pluck my eyebrows
I have my father's hair
And my mother's hands
I have crooked teeth
And dark brown eyes
I paint words with pictures
I used to be injured daily
I like the color of the cold sky
I've been places I shouldn’t have
I’ve done things I could never be proud of
But my hair is still brown
And my teeth are still crooked
And I probably won't always like
The color of a cold sky

II
I have pouty lips
I have a gaze that is often sad
I have veins that bleed
I laugh when I'm nervous
I feel the pain of others
But cry for no reason
I like Open Ocean
I've been muted since I was a child
I'm from Indiana
But hate the cold
I've cheated on life
I've faked smiles
But I still bleed
And my lips still pout
And my gaze may not
Always be lost

III
I have a strong will
I have pale skin
I have a French face I
Borrowed from my ancestors
I have a voice
Which breaks regularly
Against the hymns of others
One eye is slightly smaller than the other
I write
I used to make halos from flowers
I often cry myself to sleep
I dream of a day when I will travel the world
I faked my age, to impress those who still didn’t care
But I still have pale skin
And my will stands strong
And I probably won't always
Let others push my voice away
And I may not always write
But maybe I'll start
Making halos
From flowers again


modeled from A poem by jewel