It's The Little Things That Make Me, Me

I love the sent of Utah

Crisp, awake, refreshing


I love the rain that

washes away all my problems- 

even if its just for a moment


I love the way my jacket smells 

after a long day of being in the sun


I love the way water bottles crinkle

when you hold them just right


I love dancing like you don't care-

moving in ways that seem inhuman 


I love when I am so happy

that I feel like I am going to explode


I love being on stage-

singing a song that took me months to perfect


I love riding the subway-

even though its slightly disgusting


I love wearing winter clothes but

I also love wearing summer clothes


I love being a dork.

Crying in every single movie.


I love being me. 








This poem is about: 
My community
Our world


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