I Am Messy
I am messy,
Not clean and neat;
My personality
Wound around me
Like a baby�s swaddling sheet.
My inner type
Is more like wild:
Clothes strewn �cross a room
Like a two-year old child
Who�s just discovered the possibilities,
Just learned what it means to be free,
Just shed constraints society
Placed upon her,
Runnin� �round naked as a jaybird.
Messy and wild and free.
That�s me.