I am purple glitter cascading onto white marble swirls;
I am frizzy, puffy curls in a flat iron world.
I am amethyst toe rings wiggling across a pedicured floor;
I am snorting laughter during Robert’s Rules.
I am fake eyelashes and black eyeliner in a prosaic coif;
I am improper and awkward.
There’s so much vibrancy in this poem, and I love the concept!