i like the flavor of rebellion,
the taste of spontaneity,
and swallowing my pride,
or praying to a full moon
at a god i don't believe in.
but i'd say i prefer
a tender cuddle,
a fragile embrace,
or a tranquil smile --
if i didn't, would i still be me?
i also like long t-shirts
and worn-down, broken-in Converse.
but if i gave up my clothes
for short, revealing tops
or a pair of expensive runners,
wouldn't i still be me?
if i bought lots of makeup
and purchased color contacts,
wouldn't i still be me?
if i found a personality
underneath my weak integrity,
wouldn't i still be me?
and if i admitted
to burying myself in books,
wouldn't i still be me?
but who would i be
if i could take a compliment?
if i cried less often?
what if i could truly dream
and not kill it afterward?
would i still be me
if i hadn't fallen in love?
if i were closer to my dad?
if i followed society's standards
and dismissed these words?
wouldn't i?
Hey! So I recently finished this poem for a contest... please tell me what y'all think. Constructive criticism is welcome! Thanks, lots of love <3