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.
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