I Am... A Poem on This Page
I am a poem on this page,
and what I tell you is all you'll ever know.
I am laughter in cheetah print Crocs,
marching bravely beyond the expectations of my creation.
I am all song in my soul,
calloused fingers forgiving a lack of natural talent.
I am bare faced in the halls,
makeup not daring to define my features.
I am wild against society's standards,
not consenting or conforming to outrageous beauty standards.
I am hardworking in all fields of life,
because mundane mediocrity will never be enough.
I am lost in my mind,
attention spinning so rapidly it's hard to catch and impossible to keep.
I am beautiful in every definition of the word,
and I intend to let others know of their beauty as well.
I am a poem on this page,
and what I tell you is all you'll ever know.