I Am Me

I may not be the prettiest.

I may have an uneven skin tone.

I have all pimples, spots and zits.

I have strangely, straw like hair.

Rarely, almost never do I go to a hair dresser.

I have split ends which I enjoy snipping with a pair of scissors.

Occasionally I may layer it and get my sister or friends to cut it; I may even cut it myself.

I am not the smartest.

I am not academically gifted.

I have even re-taken A Levels and even a module at Uni.

I, at times, say, many times, say dumb things and get laughed at

And told off.

I have weird expressions.

I may laugh and smile to myself which others find bizarre.

I speak to myself out loud.

I make many mistakes and I am stubborn like an ass.

I may scream, yell, swear and argue as if possessed.

I may cry, throw tantrums and even stamp my feet.

Just as sweet as chocolate, I can be bitter like the saltiest sea.

But all this just makes me... Me.

“....Love Who You Are....”

The Poet