I am a woman of contradictions,
Some simple, some strange.
And though sometimes tiring,
I doubt I’ll ever change.
I act my age in many ways,
in that I am mature and wise;
however, also will you find,
I’m a child and Disney-lover at times.
I love my family and friends,
and make friends easy.
But I’m an introvert at heart;
I’d almost always rather be reading.
I do so love plants,
I love their colors and their fruit.
But my thumb is all black;
They turn brown and die from leaf to root.
To me, public speaking always comes easy;
My presentations are beautiful and smooth.
But ask me to talk to the opposite sex,
I’m as eloquent as a cow going moo!
This poem is here for you to know me,
as far as I can possibly show.
Who will I be? Who can I be?
That, I don’t know.
As I mature and grow and age,
I wonder if I’ll ever be the same.
But while some things do change, others do not.
Being full of contradictions is something that can’t be forgot.