Some days,
I feel heavy
like an iron-trophy.
For many have said nice things,
like you're the special one,
certainly you came to me
from the heavens above,
this is genuine love.

Other days,
I'm as light as a feather,
not truly a fighter,
but when strung together,
I'm as handsome as
Sitting Bull's headdress,
yet just another one
for the next
unloving milliner.