I Have a Thought
I have purple splotches
from falling when I climb
I have lines with dried blood along it
from cooking for my family
I have glasses
from sitting too close to the television
I have scars
from past adventures
I have a thought
that time is passing me by
and I'm not going to waste it
by doing my hair for hours
and
"powdering my nose" every half hour
My spirit is more free
when I don't chain it down
with hairspray
and
with layers of make-up
That's the way I
and others
like it anyways
This poem is about:
Me