My poem is about who I am, who am I? The truth is, I don’t really know. I wrote the poem to reveal what kind of girl I think I am and the faces, and sounds that describe a person I don’t know, I don’t even know if the poem is about me anymore. It is a collage of different people, I wish I was. I experimented with the format and tried to make it scattered, like my jello brain.  I conclude the poem by saying I will never change and I won’t, I want to be all of these things. By the end of my poem I realized who “I” was, even if it is not me. I found myself in a sea of orange fish and silver waters. I am glad to have found myself in the deep blue sea, through my words at least. I am who I am, a collage of people for the moment, until I am truly, not lost at sea on my pea green boat



Who am i?


Why do you look at me so?
With brown eyes
As if I am different.
I am no different from you.
My eyes are caramel,
My hair smells of peppermint
And my blouses of ocean mists,
            


But

 
My hair goes
            Poof
            Boung
            And puff
My lips go
            Crazy red
            Then the deep red of blood
            Then,
Thin as a lonely spinster
And cold as ice.
        My body goes
                    Wiggly or stick strait
                    Dancing like a blind fury bird
                    As if unaware of what is attractive.
        My mouth goes
                    Chirp, chirp, chirp
                    Then,
                    Shhhhhhhhhhhhhh
                    I never know what to say.
        My purse goes
La di da da
La di da da
                    Velvet and Lined of pearls
        We go
                    Badabapa
                    Clackity cloom
                    We hold each other’s
Different colored hands
And celebrate our differences.
Like red roses blow kisses
To pokey thorns.

Why do you look at me so?
With brown eyes
As if I am different.
I am no different from you.
My eyes are caramel,
My hair smells of peppermint
And my blouses of ocean mists,

But


I am who I am
And you are you
My life is like a windy and twisty vine
Thick,
Blossoming with small white gardenias.
I will never change for your brown eyes.

            



                    
                    


                                        



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