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What it is
I
I am
I am more then what this poem can hold
Broken bones
Empty hands
A full head
Impossible dreams
Do you like making
out?
Hold my hand…
I am your declaration of independence written in skin, eyes, and lips
I am your libertine
Possibly dead air will pass me while I struggle to explain
Don’t leave until you understand
I am a proud kitten who tears at any and every inconvenience to my own
destruction
I, I, I
Me
There is no I in me
Yet my mind is still fully focused on it
It being I
A thing—to recognize by the time I give it away to someone who doesn’t
understand
What it is
What is it?
A chocolate flower on the highest mountain
A lost girl in a field of maybes
A brilliant queen on a throne of a united nations
A coy child wrapped in blue sheets--naked, cold, shy, muddled, afraid, alive, and
unaware of it all
A faithful rarity in a sea of uncommon coincidences
Whatever it is
It is an I a me and all at once…
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