I Could Tell You Poem by Brittany Quail

I could tell you about my face
it's a miracle, really
I'm fifteen and it's unmarred by acne

I could tell you about my shirt
it's a bit baggy
it's wrinkled and loosley clings to curves

I could tell you about my hair
it's a bit dissheveled
and has flattened out since I teased it this morning

I could tell you about my hands
they're typically ten-fingered
There's a ring on my left hand and my nails are black

I could tell you about my pants
they're a little shorter than capris
they were longer, but I hemmed them myself today

I could tell you about the wall
it's a green-grey color
It has some cracks, and the brushstrokes are very obvious

I could tell you about anything
but you wouldn't listen would you?
It wouldn't mean a thing, because I'm just fifteen