Love Poem: The Caricature's Canvas
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Written by: Savanna Roberts

The Caricature's Canvas

The shrill blare of my alarm clock 
Ripped me from my pleasant slumber. 
I reluctantly rolled from the
Warm comfort of my bed and
Began my morning routine.

I cautiously traced my eyes with 
Elegance,
Because he likes girls that dance. 
I glued to my eyelids
Propriety,
Because he likes decent girls.
I shaded my eyelids with
Mystery,
Because he likes the unexpected.
I brushed my cheeks with
Innocence,
Because he likes younger girls.
I pierced in my earlobes
Jealousy,
Because he likes it when girls are possessive. 
I painted my sharp nails with
Criminality,
Because he likes girls that get into trouble.
I sketched my eyebrows into a scowl with 
Hate,
Because he likes mean girls.

I drank in one last glance
At my illustration in the mirror, 
And, with my backpack
And a smile of authenticity, 
Continued out the door.