My hair curled from the rain,
effortlessly forging a look like
I’d wielded curling irons all morning.
I changed,
small black basketball shorts
so I could sit with my legs crossed,
but paired with small, jeweled black flats.
I looked important,
like I’d been important.
Stressed in new ways to others,
different hats or hairstyles,
but the same underneath.
4/19 poem
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Ah…but isn’t it interesting how people look at what they see and believe they know what’s inside…enjoyed the poem.