brag poem

brag poem

i am divine, 

all curves and soft skin,

brown hair curling down

around my blushing face,

and, baby, 

i can sing.

i can sing you lullabies,

swinging 60s,

or Amy Winehouse.

i sing in the kitchen,

in the car,

in the shower,

and don’t you forget

that i’m the best.

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