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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