I know this girl.
She is just barely 16.
She has wavy, golden hair
And eyes that change color
In the sun.
She wears bellbottoms
And t-shirts.
She is short.
But she is tall with the help
Of her shoes.
She wears makeup,
A lot of glitter on her face,
And sometimes even flowers in her hair.
She has long legs,
But she is a little overweight.
The only jewelry she wears is sentimental.
A necklace from a love,
Two rings from late relatives,
And earrings from all her friends.
She talks a lot.
Her parents friends call her "delightful".
Her teachers think she is Satan's child.
She knows a lot of people,
And calls everybody a friend.
She sings to the wall,
And tells stories to her hands.
She does gymnastics in the house,
And jumps rope in her room.
She sits on the table,
Sometimes she stands,
Until she breaks the chandelier
With her loud voice,
And constantly moving body.
She keeps secrets.
And likes to fool around.
I know this girl.
I know her very well.