I laughed
With her
Harder than ever.
For some reason,
I grabbed a piece of paper
And on that paper I drew.
I drew a woman
With big, afro hair
And an eye with long eyelashes.
Her jewelry was gold.
Gold earrings,
Gold nose ring,
Gold necklace.
She was a goddess.
Her clothes were flowy and light.
Her body was round.
And her legs were curved.
The boy said,
"She is too fat."
I wanted her body
To look like mine.
I thought
That she was beautiful.
But she was
Just a doodle
On lined paper.
Her destiny was
To be put
In a folder
And never seen
Or thought about
Again.
But I asked
The girl
If she would like her
As if I was
Offering up
A handful of moss.
The girl said,
"Oh my God, yes!"
As if it were
The most obvious answer
In the world.
And now I know
That my goddess
Of afro hair
And long eyelashes
Will not see
The inside
Of a folder
But rather
The world
From the face
Of a wall.
YOU ARE READING
Highway's poems
PoetryI write poems to deal with big feelings I have because I struggle with healthy coping mechanisms. I've never considered myself a poet but these are just some poems I've written that I think are good.
