SARCASTIC INTERPRETATION

(I like how the following poem is nothing
but societal confines and sarcastic commentary
on crap that I really can’t stand.)

I like how all my life
I have been a wild child
Banished to sit at the kiddie table
Garbed in a frilly pink party dress.

I like how I hate the color pink
With about as much passion
As that of my ancestors,
Because everyone’s ancestors hated something.
But anyway, I like how I hate pink,
But I have pink hair
And dirty grimy pink Cons
That I had only had for about a month.

I like how I will never be
Anything less than a size 9
And I can’t step onto the beach
Without looking pink
And plump
And bloated.

I like how being something
That I can’t change
Makes me act
Or think
A certain way.

I can’t help being a girl,
White, Catholic, Irish
Being those things
Are who I am,
But I am my own person.

I like how being my own person
Was the bloody death of me
At Catholic school. I like how I’m considered crazy,
Insane, or weird,
Just because I laugh at people
For getting stitches for stupid reasons
Or for passing out in church.

I like how I will never be a blond,
And that is one thing I actually like.
(Can you see me as a blonde?)

I like how someday
I will have to grow up.
Responsibility makes me
Cringe and shiver,
Orange sticky sweat
Dripping from my palms.

I like how sooner or later
I will have to be
Mature and serious.
Hell, no.
I love how that
Will never happen.

- Emily Lynch