Decades upon decades

I’ve strive to fit in

cookie cutter perfect

in the world

of perfect cookies

yet why

with age

comes

I don’t give a damn

and here I am

one sock purple

the other red

fat in leggings

Figment shirt

covers my butt

— I am that self aware

I don

my

tinfoil hat

in preparation

of the adventure

I strap on my fairy wings

Slip into my tutu

yes over my leggings

it is cold after all

grab a fist full

of thorns that have roses

and dandelions

and milkweed fluff

off I go

to become the me

that no one ever

wanted me to be

(contest entry for allpoetry.com)