Let Me Go Pretty Poem by Raj Dronamraju

Come to your senses
Amidst broken connections, broken appointments, broken furniture
It falls apart but the first instinct is not to replace it
Go out and look for something else green that will excuse the Earth
Get my coat and we'll beat the Earth in the next intramurals
From the outside, the house look like it's made of gingerbread with pink sugar curtains

Let me go pretty
Completely focused on a better surface
Why would I believe in a smile created by trademark registered?
On the vessel of personal integrity, you take a room without a porthole and spend your time throwing up in the bathroom

Come to your senses
I call you unspun, your hair is a mess, you never wear shoes, you make your own clothes
I hope they never touch you
I hope they never spin you like fantasy made fabric
I hope you stay close to beauty on your own terms

Let it be what it is
This is the star of natural attraction made so by their natural comfort with self
Their fresh, elusive morning glory underwrites grave circumstances
Digs in for relaxed beauty not reliant on external support
To go from here with an eternal supply of pretty self-confidence