Backwoods, Small-town, Mixed breed, Spic

Deep breath and say, “Good try, that almost hurt”

Know-it-all, Blue collar, Ugly, Loser

Sticks and stones –

And all that jazz.

I identify with none of these

I have no desire to fit in.

I want to be that triangle trying to get into that square hole.

Like momma always said, “It takes all kinds of kinds”

 

She has this way of putting a hello kitty bandage on everything.

Aww you failed to get into college?

You can stay home and always be my baby girl.

Aww you’re having trouble with love?

I never had love, I’ve been divorced twice

You’ll be just fine, just don’t ever grow up.

 

The product of a teen dream gone lemon sour,

My name would be misspelled, mispronounced,

Mistaken as Amanda or Emily.

As a child, I was known as Millie and “that girl”.

As an adult, the classic name evokes

Notable elegance and sophistication.

 

Her features charmingly thrown together

With no concern for success or failure—

Brown hair, brown eyes,

With aspirations to tell

A side of the story that hasn’t been told.

No, I don’t need a sob story to catch your attention.

Amelia Bedelia, Amelia Earhart, A millionaire,

A victim of popular culture

Say “Hello” to that girl.