Here's a poem inspired by one of my great friends. It's called an "I am..." poem. I remember writing one last year in English class but here's one that's actually true.
I am...
I am a comedy junkie.
I am a lover of teenage dramas.
I am the husband of all the Desperate Housewives.
I am the ear of country music.
I am the voice of musicals.
I am the stalker of Lady Gaga.
I am the death of prejudice.
I am a hater of hatred.
I am a promoter of love.
I am that kid in the corner.
I am the one in strange clothing.
I am the subject of your lame jokes.
I am the child of the insane.
I am the granddaughter of the southern Baptists.
I am the sister of the crazies.
I am one four-thousandth (or something) Native American.
I am from somewhere in Europe.
I am a southern mutt.
I am a liar.
I am a cheater.
I am DOING YOUR MOM.
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