It was the color of her prom dress.
She explained how she bought it
second-hand at the Salvation Army for two dollars.
It was not the color of her high heels
because her feet, her toes, wouldn't be caught dead
in those things.
She complained about the corsage
wilting on her wrist.
Flowers deserve better, she said.
Lime green - the color of her smile somehow:
wide and forgiving,
ready to try her best at being a real person
in this ridiculous world.
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Ms. STROUT I MISSSSSS YOU DEARLY!. there are extra s's because the more there are, the more i miss you :). hope your classes are almost as good as ours was. Almost. tell all the english teachers I said hello, especially Mrs. White and I guess Klimasthocles (or whatever his name is this week) :). By the way I really did want to comment on this poem because I think it transitions really well throughout the whole thing. and I absolutely love the ending to it, "try her best at being a real person in this ridiculous world". Nice alliteration and concept. Well Im at school right now and have class soon so hope to talk to you in the near future.
The poem hits its stride in the last two lines of the final stanza. Wonderful That is where the trnasformation from a many-times-heard narrative to real poetry happens.
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