Thursday, February 19, 2009

Sorry, but it's another poem.

This is the latest of the class poems. I think it's a little silly, and not so good, but I enjoy it, and that counts for something, yeah? I feel a bit strange posting up each of my poems, because I know that all who read this probably write at least three poems a day, each better than my own, but I'm okay with that. Hasn't stopped me from embarrassing myself before, so why start now?

Now the problem is I have to revise them all, making them significantly better than before. (Actually, that shouldn't be much trouble. Heh.)

So here you are...

My Genes

I wish I didn’t have the genes for stretch marks,
And spider veins. They both creep on my body as I age;
I’m only nineteen.

I’m glad I got the music-making genes, even though
Neither of my parents know where that came from.
(It came from them both.)

I don’t like how I have the anti-social, awkwardness gene
Which makes me feel lonely, even when my world is encircled
By so many beautiful people.

I like how I got the gene to feel rhythm and not be afraid
To move wherever I am, even if it gets me strange stares and makes my
(Once) boyfriend call me a dork.

I hate my gene that makes me hate. I love my gene that makes me love.
I don’t know if I like the gene which makes me second-guess myself,
I just don’t know…

I like my jeans that hug my ass and make me walk proud.
I don’t like the jeans that are too short for my long legs and make me
Feel self-conscious.

I like learning about genes, about babies, about life. I hope to one day
Find a genome that I really love, and swirl mine with his, and see
What that creation looks like, what genes
She or he will love and hate.


Ms. Moon said...

I don't see how that could be any better at all.
Oh my little love.
Who knew?
Dance on with your body
Dance on with your words
Dance on with your life
Dance on in the light
That you alone dance in
It's yours.

honeyluna said...

Oh Mama. You are so sweet to me. Thank you, thank you, thank you! I love you so.

Melissa said...

I love this poem (and the monster one too). Let's play music sometime soon. I miss you.