Lime Bread And Butter
Gluttonous screen helpings of
‘A long time ago in a galaxy far far away..’
Lime boombox with Madonna singing,
‘Only when I’m dancin’ can I feel this free.’
Bread and butter of a pig tail soul;
My base bricks, these memories built me;
Grew up drawn to creativity,
carved my yearbook space unequivocally;
Walked with sweet n’ sour hooligans
who chose to live life differently;
Relentless teen of the DMV,
I learned the ropes on the trains of the city;
A poet with a head full of dreams,
and some of them I have made come true;
Ever changing but my roots are strong,
adaptable but loyal I forever stay;
Illuminating that smile I wore as a kid
are all the core memories that built me.
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