Rare Girl

Look at you

You rare girl

You electric being

You wild thing

Look at you

With your too-big feet

And too-fragile soul

Stare into a mirror and

Repeat after me

"The fault is not in myself.

It is not in my crooked teeth

Or my frizzy hair.

It is not in my hunger for what

Or my need to be noticed. 

It is not in my dreamer mind

Or my selective memory.

The fault is not mine

And the fault is not my poetry."

Look at you

With your too-big feet

And too-fragile soul

You are the Universe

You rare girl