Untitled Poem by Dara Stack

I am not like any other,

Think I get it from mother.

Sounds strange but I like everyone,

If others did it’d help a ton.

Embracing the small lifestyle,

Despite every out-of-reach top shelf, I smile.

Do not let my short height fool you.

Cause to this thing called life I am not new.

Can’t help but drive up on the curb,

My parallel parking leaves onlookers disturbed.

My eyes and hair know each other so well,

They color coordinated and chose brown if you could not tell.

My hair has undefeated curls,

They curve and swerve and tend to swirl.

Two cats that never leave me be,

Each thing I do they have to see.

I often dress in cute attire,

But sometimes look old and retired.

Long day at school, I need a snack,

Carbs are what I feel I’ve lacked.

Smile, you’re always happy,

But let tears out you’re pretty sappy.

I kinda lost my train of thought,

It leaves choo choo that’s all I’ve got.

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Photo Credit: Chase Golem