People say,
My sneezes are white,
High pitched and noisy.
My hair is rope,
Short and coarse.
My lips are a desert landscape,
Dry and cracked.
My clothes are trash,
Old and all used up.
And my brain is a glass of milk,
Half-full and also empty.
Yet I say, with my head held high
And my feet planted firmly on the ground,
That my sneezes are normal,
Healthy and alive.
That my hair is cotton,
Soft and poofy.
That my lips are strawberries,
Full and juicy.
My clothes are gold,
Formed from hard work and dreams.
And my brain is equivalent to outer space,
Vast and Endless.
So, if you're ever down by what people say,
Hold your head up high,
Place your feet firmly on the ground,
And reach for the stars.
Because what you say goes.
YOU ARE READING
Mirror in Front of Me
Poesía" You stand there, as life less as a doll, as still as the night, watching me with, those sorrowful eyes,"- From the poem, And you whisper... "Mirror in Front of Me" is a collection of poetry where I am able to express myself figuratively where sim...
