A Poem About How Awesome I Am
by Brianne Kreppein

Why is it our self-doubts are bullet proof
but our self-esteem is fragile like the inside seams
in my favorite jeans?
When I don’t second-guess or self-arrest,
I can admit
I like my thick thighs and go-fuck-yourself eyes.
I know how to knock a man out with his own shirt,
but I can’t stand to see anyone hurt.
I can bake a boozy cupcake like you wouldn’t believe
and sometimes, I can even be a little bit funny,
but only in writing.
You see it’s the timing…but that’s not the point,
The point is that I’m on point,
when I’m planning vacations or making reservations
and nobody can make a check list,
or drunk clean a house like this bitch.
I turn strangers into friends when I’m drinking
and usually that’s the extent of my crazy,
though I might make my husband chase me,
because drunk running is the best thing.
And I like being a little unattainable, from time to time,
and Love that I Hate being so normal some days,
I have to get away, find somewhere to stay,
And remember under the routine and the work attire,
I’m still alive.