Writing 201: Poetry
Day 3: Skin, Prose Poetry, Internal Rhyme
Living in my skin I wish I had some wings
I would fly, fly away, like the singing blue jay
If only for the day, I would love to fly away.
Living in my skin, I wish I had some fins.
I would love to swim away, like the dolphins unafraid
If only for the day, I would love to swim away.
Living in my skin I desire to run away
I would love to run away, as fast as a jaguar
taking charge and dashing out, running all about
If only for the day, I would love to runaway
But at the end of the day, I would truly have to say
That living in my skin is wonderful good thing.
by: Artistami Eva Ramos