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...
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
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.