Neither am I prim and
proper
Nor am I meek and humble
Neither do I have the
sweetest gesture
Nor do I have statistics
that mumble
Neither do I look
graciously
With features I proudly
show
Nor do I speak words
numerously
That on my aesthetic mouth
flow
Neither have I sugared
smile
That makes all boys bend
their knees
Neither have I lots of
pile
That makes all statements
cease
I am but a sleeping
duckling
Ready to rise at any meridian
Waiting for the clock’s
perfect ticking
Of turning myself into a
beautiful swan
April 7, 2012
I wrote this poem three days before my eighteenth birthday. I dedicate this "piece of art" to myself.
