Jeans

April 15, 2008
By Kayla Essink, Clay Center, NE

My favorite jeans,
Nothing can replace you,
Perfect fit at all the seams,
Perfect shade of blue

Patches on the rear,
A tear in the knee,
Make it all the more clear,
These jeans are screaming ME!

I’ve had to be patched,
I’ve felt torn apart,
But I keep moving on,
Because just like my jeans,
I am a work of art

The bottoms are frayed,
They’re a little too long,
Mom says they’re horrible,
I tell her she’s wrong

In them I seek comfort,
Acceptance I find,
They know the best way,
To compliment my behind

Worn thin? Really--
Faded? Very—
But that’s what makes them,
EXTRAORDINARY!

Your jeans represent you,
They show who you are,
These jeans are my favorite,
So what if they’re bizarre?

I will always treasure them,
For they’ve suffered some strife,
Forever they’ll remain,
A part of my life


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