Isadora Poem by isadora alves

Isadora



I'm a little weird
Sometimes, but I like it.
Always waiting for
Dinner and lunch.
Organized? No, I'm not.
Right now I just want to know what is on my head, because it is not
A pretty hair.

Tuesday, November 12, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: hair
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