Come As You AreA Poem by Sariel Hana
A poem about growing up through the influence of music.
Soft rock and long drives.
Lemon colored hair whipped through the wind as I crooned softly.
Then came the age of tu-tus and toe-shoes.
Everything was supposed to be painless.
I looked nervously out into the audience.
I saw crowds of eager aficionados in my tiny mind.
I awoke to find a living room strewn with colored scarves and tap shoes.
The hum of gentle violins.
The melody got louder.
Straight bangs, and tin lunch boxes.
“Mommy, where is John Lennon?”
I became a young philosopher,
As a crammed my tu-tus and toe-shoes into a trunk.
I had outgrown them.
Trying to find myself.
I became unruly.
The clash of livid base guitars and screeching voices--
Fit my trench coats and leather shoes.
My sea colored eyes still shone through the heavy make-up--
Almost splattered about my face.
The make-up made up for my insecurity.
I looked down at my cut tee shirt and black denims--
What had I become?
I washed out my maroon colored hair-
Ridding myself of all evil,
My ripped tights were mended
With multi-colored yarn.
I became an independent queen.
Flowers, long dresses, rich lyrics,
Never to be interpreted.
Just come as you are.
© 2010 Sariel Hana
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