He makes it easy to fall in love (A Poem)

He makes it easy to fall in love.

What does it mean when he doesn’t speak a word?

When he comes around the corner and my stomach stirs?

Do I open my mouth or let my eyes speak?

Will he turn my way or walk right pass me?

I feel my soul yearning for his presence,

But my ideas of society’s egotistical ways remind me that I am not worthy of his glance.

I am not slender. I cannot curl my hair. I walk with a leap and I sometimes swear.

My humor is tainted. I somewhat hate crowds. My mother informed me that I’m hard to be around.

My sister is blonde but my locks are stained black.

If I were to smile, he would notice my cheeks filled with fat.

He makes it easy to fall in love.

But who would choose the raven when he could surely have the dove?

-Brittainy Chantal