Poem-a biography

Last one standing, Heard, Breaking the rules, Dancing till dawn Noticed, good, bad, good, bad, setting the tempo, doing it my way Me. Who says I can’t be English, Muslim and a beauty queen? English Rose, Local flavor, French accent, Paris match Simply beautiful, go ahead, smile out loud, get comfortable in your own skin Introducing revolutionary beauty without rules A flair for individuality, mix it up, take charge Never opaque, never fake, always Me. She knows the coolest moves She makes her arm warmers from sweat socks The stuff of legend, multi-faceted Dress like a star, your city comes in shades all its own Wave of the future, a black-tie affair, a new fragrance Well-read, it’s all relative, razzle-dazzle ‘em, It felt like a fairy tale As a finishing touch, Oscar de la Renta tied a bow around my dress, Tailor made, making a splash, simply beautiful. Me. This was a project for a literature class...I made it a bit more personal than was required. All we had to do was simply find words in a magazine and paste them together to make a 'found poem'. Well, I found a bit of myself in doing so...