Challenge- pick a one line song lyric to serve as an epigraph to your poem. Then, write the poem to accompany it. The poem need not be directly related to the song.
"Women like you are a dime a dozen, you can buy them anywhere" -Paramore from the song "You Ain't woman enough."
You take your pride in standing out,
while you're a carbon copy of her.
covering your own eccentricities,
until the seams of the costumes blur.
You brag about your ideas,
when they are hers with a different sound,
getting farther away from the person you were,
leaving its rotted corpse under the ground.
Even identical twins aren't that similar,
for they each have minds of their own,
but you lost yours along the way,
along with your once sturdy back bone.
And now you've become a common,
when way back when you were a rare,
all because you breathed in her life,
when you should have been breathing in air.
