2:10 p.m. - 01/06/03
what I am is what I am.
I'm not going to tell you how long it's taken me to write this poem. The first draft of this poem. And don't even ask how many of the points on my to-do list, I've accomplished. Oh, silly girl- thinking she could be productive... "Paradox" -Mary Brave I am not a statistic I'm not decidedly dystopian or obviously optimistic I invite investigation introspection. mystery. change. I am not a static being I rearrange. & at any moment I am innocent, intimidating fierce in my courage and curiously captivating I entertain new territory dare my definition to stay still I balance bravery with boundaries and throw myself off-center solely for the thrill. and yes, I've come so far in a time so short, I'm forced to reexamine clocks, I leap, lift, land crawl, and kick-box I won�t stand for stagnation I won�t endure your attack could be, I am a meteor magic from a distance and brutal on impact. or possibly, I�m mild, loyal, calm- a curiosity I won�t be domesticated but I don�t attack a being solely for approaching me could be, I�m wiser than I�m given credit for- no matter how much I tell you of myself there�s more. there�s more. I contradict the same rules I impose I shapeshift into someone no one knows although, I�m always recognizable I�m not concrete. I�m perfect in my defects, whole and incomplete. ... chord
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