I am a frog. A frog in a box. And I jump. Leap. I never sleep. Snooze means lose and why choose to lose? Nah mate. I am a magic frog. The electric eel. An especially stripy zebra. No yawning or blinking, just thinking. Sitting on a swivel chair, arms out eyes closed and spinning. Rotating into dizziness. I am fizziness. The bubbles pouring themselves out of the bottle. Like I said, I jump like a frog. Maybe one of those colourful ones with poison on their tongues. Touch and be damaged. I am danger. Be warned.
No sugar coats me. I’m not one of your melt in the mouth moments. I have tang. Lemon sherbet fizz like I said. Those crackling sweets. Fire breathing. Sanity leaving. Not crowd pleasing. My rhythm is mine. Stepping out of the step. Conform not, make form do. I am the contortionist, reshaping and never shaped. Moving not moved.
These are my eyes on my face with my mouth and my nose. Pixie earred. Giraffee necked. Pale. Milk bottled. Scarved by vintage, colourful patterns from somewhere bygone. These lengthy arms and legs? Mine too. Size 8’s? Admittedly awkward but definitely mine. I am me and only me. Like it and lump it. Dump if you fancy.
I ain’t ever gonna change.
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Good for you and don’t change far too many average Jo and Joannas in the world