Rebelliousness can be quelled,
hair color changed, and cut,
but I am not easily adaptable.
One constant in my life
during times of strife, illness,
death of loved ones, is an ability
to use humor–sarcastic, dark,
or fantasy light–for wit is crucial
to my sanity. Vanity may be
sacrificed, but not laughter.
You might not recognize me
at first, but when I burst free
in belly laughs, you will know
who I am.
Written for Creative Bloomings #150
Some Things Never Change
Premise: The government has declared that upon the first of May, you must change everything about yourself. You can retain only one feature, characteristic or character trait. Poem about that one constant. Prove that some things never change.