Where to begin, Misfit-Right In
Do your colorful shoelaces
match your lip gloss grin
Does that hat that you're sportin'
Have too big a brim...
While you carry your library card,
On your way to the gym...
Are you wearing purple goggles
Prepared for a swim...
What's that, a martini glass
With margarita salt rim...
Sunglasses, though it's thundering,
And a cameo pin...
Hair, tosselled, but braided,
Baby's breath, tucked within
Torn tee shirt, with sequins
Henna tattooed on your skin,
Blowing Bazooka bubbles
Through teeth, porcelain....
Faded old blue jeans
Torn, your knees, how'd you skin...
Where are you headed
Miss Fit-Right In? ? ? ?
Great use of the rhyming scheme. This had a good flow, and an intelegent thought behind it. Very nicely done.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow! I'm really glad you recommended your poem to me. I love it! I believe that if you aren't being yourself then all you are doing is lying to yourself and everybody around you.