Breaking the rules

I want to go out with my shoes on my hands

A hat strapped to my toe, glasses on my wrist

I want to walk out and see a seagull dance

Paint my nails hot pink and put my hair up in a twist

I want to run barefoot without fear

Eat lettuce wrapped burgers instead of buns

Go to a basketball game and embrace the looks when I don’t cheer

Maybe join a marathon and just watch as everyone runs

I want to play the piano but only the wrong notes

Fill up a bottle only with ice and wait for it to melt

I want to hide in a closet and write poetry between the coats

Make and wear a headband that’s actually a belt

I want to learn how to knit but just to make a quilt

Learn how to paint only because I like the feel of the brush

Buy old flowers even though they’ll wilt

And pull every door that says push

Society will get angry because I’m not following social “rules”

I’ll brush it off and run wild amidst the judgement