Ode to a Brat

I wear my grin like polished gold,

A little sweet, a little bold.

I’ll roll my eyes, I’ll tease, I’ll pout

Just to see what you’re about.

A whispered “no,” a playful smirk,

A talent for avoiding work.

I’ll steal your hoodie, sip your drink,

And make you overthink… I think.

I’m not chaos for the sake of art,

I’m just a menace with a gentle heart.

I laugh too loud, I speak my mind,

The softest soul you’ll ever find.

You’ll call me trouble… I won’t disagree.

Being a brat just feels like me.

A little sass, a little grace,

A knowing smile across my face.

So if you meet me, don’t be fooled

By dimples, giggles, or acting cool.

Because underneath this sweet disguise…

Lives a brat.

And she has absolutely no intention of apologizing. 💋