Taylor Poem

Taylor was the name I was born with

and it will stay with me the rest of my life

No matter how boring I think it looks

spilling onto blank pieces of paper

I sometimes wish for a more creative name

like Jasmine or Nicole

Names with more loops and curves

I used to dream of seeing myself wearing a

Michael Kors wardrobe

Instead of Miss-Me, or maybe Rocks

only causing me to stretch into tough situations

dealing with popularity and coolness

My life was growing up with three boys

home to playful, physical torture

purple bruises and plenty laughs

Me, a famous model

seven-hundred dollar clothes hanging from me

maids cleaning up after me

Accomplishment, I wanted, did not

lie in my boring-as-sloth life

But then entering my real-world

the hyper like kangaroo boys in my mind

Where I found a little girl

little girl not named Taylor

I didn’t think to love who I was

but day after day

accomplishment by accomplishment

Sometimes took over who I was

from the mirror of disappointment

When I saw my body, hair, and shape

begin to grow out of toddler, simple form

The thing about Taylor

maybe one day I can get to know her

Set up a play date

play her favorite game
Because I might like what I see