Freeform Poetry I
Elizabeth Perkins
       For Professor Michaels
          Filled with faults to the brim
          Why lament and cry about it?
   It’s impossible to be good at everything
   That applies to him and her, you and me
         I’m not special but that’s okay
            If anything I’m simple
       A lot of people would disagree
    But I can confirm that times a hundred
      Like a scoop of vanilla ice cream
       Melting under the summer heat
                 I’m on my way
         Free of worries and concerns
         It’s the little stuff that matters
  Call them the key to happiness if you must
The sunlight shining on me is the hue of lemons
         And the world moves slowly
  Maybe it’s just me moving in slow motion
                But it feels right
          A loose shirt and flat shoes
       That’s what I’ve decided on today
    Accessorizing it with a confident smile
    I know that’s enough to catch your eye
                If anything I’m simple
     I love to doll up with clothes and make up
        But that’s not hiding under any layers
       A different appearance but the same me
        If anything I’m lacking in perfection
        But absolutely not in love for myself
        I’m an overflowing glass of mistakes
          And I’m more than okay with that
                When I was younger
           My hear was full of nonsense
   And I acted on it like it was the only way to go
     My reputation was that of a troublemaker
       And honestly I haven’t changed a bit
   That’s why I’m full to the brim with self love
  The sunlight today has more of a honey like hue
Things around me move slightly faster than yesterday
                 It might be just me
                 But that works too
               Tube top and a miniskirt
     The tapping of my high heels on the floor
      I’ll accessorize it with a confident smile
    And that’ll be enough to catch your attention