This is a poem I wrote two years ago in a literature class during a poetry unit. The teacher told me she read it to her whole family she liked it so much. In that moment, I knew I loved the way it felt to know someone appreicated the way you had constructed your words to paint a picture. I’ll always love this poem, so with a few updates I decided to post it, even though it’s a couple years old! So… this was a picture of me, two years ago.

Slender and Tall, Blonde and Eyes Green

Slender and tall, blonde and eyes green,

At table number five in a t-shirt and jeans.

She loves where she is, and she knows where she’s been,

If she had to do it over, she’d do it again.

Slender and tall, blonde and eyes green,

There’s magic in the moment, there’s magic in fifteen.

A dreamer, a wisher, she wants to lock time,

This moment’s her favorite, she hates changing her mind.

 

A lover of words, and writer of songs,

Not afraid to stand out, but she knows where she belongs.

Content on the side, but a longing for the stage,

The theater calls her to write on its page.

 

Slender and tall, blonde and eyes green,

More than once, she’s been known as a queen.

Not for royalty, beauty, or prom,

Instead a queen of drama, a lack of calm.

But that’s just her, a hopeless romantic,

Heart run away, with every last antic.

A stallion galloping, a creature set free,

Nose in a book, heart on her sleeve.

Her mind an ocean, an overflowing sea,

Though her head can be in the clouds, critical thinking is key.

To ask, to question, to wonder, to inquire,

Thoughts to think, she wishes to aspire.

 

Slender and tall, blonde and eyes green,

She knows she’ll trust God to guide her in everything.

She loves where she is, and she knows where she’s been,

If she had to do it over, she’d do it again.