Here a lovely little poem by award-winning poet Alysia Harris, simple called "21"
1.I am as fragile as a poached egg.
2.I know how to break. I do not know how to stop.
3.My vagina is a glass jar. If I let you smash, all the lightening bugs would escape.
4.I am the rainbow bright dragon sleeping in the lions den.
5.I do not hoard gold. I do not eat men. I have met Daniel. My dreams are not my own.
6.I am vain. My actions are not.
7.I am horrible at remembering names. It’s my worst quality. Makes me feel like a bitch.
8.I hope these cracked lips is not herpes but just the heat of our exchange.
9.He and I broke up because we saw God differently. We ended because he did not see me for who I really am.
10.I’ll text you.
