My hair is too big for the cap I was given. Blowing myself a
kiss, I let it fall along its natural part and adorn it with flowers,
unconcerned if they match my dress.
It is tiring
to prune one's blooms to conform.
Define glamour
by the plumage that suits you.
Rebel by loving yourself.
Song Choice: Confident by Demi Lovato
This poem was created for the Midweek Motif at Poet's United: Narcissus (Vanity/Narcissism). I am also linking it up to the Friday 55 over at Verse Escape.
This poem was created for the Midweek Motif at Poet's United: Narcissus (Vanity/Narcissism). I am also linking it up to the Friday 55 over at Verse Escape.
