A Song of Myself This work is considered exceptional by our editorial staff.

March 17, 2013
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When I get a far-off look in my eye,
Know that it’s because I’m strolling through the
Hand-in-hand with a blur-faced man
Who takes me to the cabaret.
Warm up a little.
I order snails and frogs’ legs
To piss off my common sense.

I tell him through undainty mouthfuls that
The only two films,
to ever truly impact me
Are Fifty First Dates and Ella Enchanted.

I ask him why I cry at comedies and
Laugh in the face of a prime-time death
And he isn’t quite sure how to respond.
Through gritty teeth, a polite laugh?
He probably doesn’t speak English.

But then I see it;
If he’s a bird,
I’m a walrus.

A walrus
Stuck inside my tower
Braiding and unbraiding my hair
Waiting and still waiting on the Prince Charming
I know isn’t coming


Just in case,
I’d better watch my weight
And squeeze into something he’d like.
I’ll call this my “self-imposed plight”
And turn it into a poem.

Who knows?
Maybe he’ll read it.
One day.

But hopefully I’ll have found
my own way down
by then.

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WickedDreamer said...
Mar. 12, 2014 at 9:37 am
Wow! This is really very sweet! Love it! :)
MaybeImCrazyButIThinkILovedYou This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Mar. 23, 2013 at 5:37 pm
I bloody love this!
Taylor W. This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Mar. 25, 2013 at 10:35 pm
Thank you so much! that means a lot to me (:
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