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Unnatural?


Chalk on my fingers Stubborn paint on my arms Nail polish left-overs Fainted "do not forgets" On the top of my hand And a silver ring of ivy on my finger 3 years of inked skin An elephant Three sunflowers Handwritten motherly advice A secret mantra of thousands And a fatherly remembrance 9 years of dyed hair A fiery red color But soft to the touch Grown out from some stylish cut but now just an unbalanced bob And with a single line of black I may sound unnatural To whoever defined the word And the look that matches But I certainly feel natural And if I didn't look the way I feel… Would I feel unnatural?
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