There was no Uproar when you saw me here.

Willy-nilly kings made their odes and left,

But I still remain brilliant and queer,

Because my own mother's softness was blessed.

My heart absorbed the world's poetic strings.

The strings were misused, twirled in my hair;

That grew twice its length to woo you and sting.

Now look at me so tall, fine-tuned, and fair.

So let me bow on this ground of shared jobs.

My task was not complete in the shrubs.

The forest awaits a trim, wanting bobs.

I will work to spend my nights in bathtubs

So sweet it will be to see your relief.

My syrupy eyes will shift you from grief.

n.w.

Note: This poem is a Shakespearean sonnet inspired by the idea of my chronological growth throughout life. It starts with my humble beginning as a child and being raised in a soft-spoken atmosphere. The second stanza encompass my awkward transition into a woman. In high school I learned to use my weird humor to my advantage. This growth was in important part in the development of my personality. The third stanza exists in the present and future as I transition into college. I believe what is to come requires a lot of independent effort. It is a very generalized thought because I am not sure of what is to come. But I do, like most, want to be successful. The last stanza is my strengths that have harbored my successes. I have a sympathetically gift, and tend to attract people that are in need of love. Most of my poem is executed with metaphors that are very personal to me. I want my readers to infer my words as they please.