I am

I am…

 

Chinese food and sushi, cottage cheese and frozen cocoa;

 

Skinny jeans and high-tops, hoodies, beanies and makeup;

 

Animal rescue, cats, dogs, birds, rabbits, and other wildlife;

 

My own person, individual and original, expressive and human;

 

Fluffy comforters, fuzzy socks, pillows and stuffed animals;

 

A best friend, shy but eccentric when you get to know me;

 

A large book, with actual pages and not the swiping of screens and big, chunky glasses;

 

Classical and Motown, pop and dubstep, rock and metal, opera and indie;

 

Earphones, laptops, coffee and warm blankets;

 

Rainy days, foggy mornings, snow falling softly and crisp leaves descending from the trees above;

 

Tears, angst, pain, self-consciousness, and anxiousness;

 

The colors black and red, silver and gold, grey and bronze, green and purple;

 

Not a child, scared for the future, not ready to leave high school;

 

Dodge trucks, Model T’s, Mustangs, Hummers, and Jeeps;

 

A student in high school, a senior, a chief;

 

Quotes and lyrics, poetry and words;

 

A dreamer, often heartbroken, caring, compassionate, a troublemaker;

 

Sunglasses and ripped flip-flops, swimsuits, and sunscreen;

 

Fingerless gloves and jackets, boots and leggings;

 

Chocolate and ice cream, pizza and root beer;

 

Roses and geraniums, petunias and lilies;

 

Christmas lights, smooth jazz, comfy couches, fluffy pillows, photography;

 

Just like everyone else but nothing like them, obstinate, a rebel;

 

Garage sales, thrift stores, flea markets, and savvy spending;

 

Late nights and TV, Starbucks and musicals;

 

Fall and winter, sweaters and cocoa;

 

Bonfires, smores, shorts and Glacier Cherry Gatorade;

 

Vanilla and cinnamon, Irish Spring body wash and the smell of cigarettes;

 

Old Spice, Axe, BOD, and musk;

 

Always there for people when they most need me;

 

Not perfect by any means;

 

Not math or science, algebra or astronomy;

 

Not easy to get to know yet an open book;

 

Not crafty but love art;

 

Definitely not a model but love showing off new clothes and designs;

 

Not the best listener to instructions, but knows lyrics to so many songs;

 

I am Olli, a human being.

 

I am me.

This poem is about: 
Me

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