There are many colors I see.
From every part of my body and me.
O', how I wish my multi-colored body would change.
And the changes were here to stay.
When walking out on stage.
Just as I am weighed.
When turning the page in this book.
It's almost like I am betrayed.
I turn around without a second look.
When trying to be remade.
When looking back at the family, I forsook.
Making sure my colorful body doesn't fade.
There is always someone that is brooked.
I have always had good pomade.
Everyone who sees my multi-colored body is hooked.
There are times I am afraid.
As the time comes for me to be booked.
That my beautiful colored body will be displayed.
I have learned to love my very own colorful, large parts of my body the way it is.
So should everyone else who sees my multi-colored body.
About the Creator
Laura mclean
I would like to test my writing skills. try and see if I can make it any better. When I was in middle school I had a published pome I wrote. It's been so long I can't remember the title or the name of the pome.
Keep reading
More stories from Laura mclean and writers in Poets and other communities.
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.