Just Look At You Now
You were a flower in a bubble
floating about the place.
You were a flower in a bubble
with the sweetest, shyest face.
You were always pretty and smiling,
and just bounced off ugly things,
but one fine day your bubble burst
and you developed wings.
You became ready for any occasion,
you dressed either up or down.
Your make up's to shock or horrify,
or to impress in Ya Ya town.
You now design your own wardrobe
and make the items you wear.
Bangles and beads you throw together,
from places you don't declare.
You laugh at the incredibly unfunny,
and stand way out from the crowd.
You were once a flower in a bubble,
poem by Orlando Belo
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