Chetta Achara Poet Narrative

I Am

I am weary of all of the nonsense that surrounds me day by day, hour by hour, minute by minute.

I am not going to identify myself as belonging to one group or another, or all of them altogether. You are not my father, my doctor, my God, or the Census Bureau!

I am important to my mother, my brother, my sister, a cousin or two, and my nextdoor neighbor when she needs help changing out the cat litter.

I am a poet. I am putting pen to paper. 

I am uncovering the words I need to perhaps comprehend the nonsense that surrounds me day by day, hour by hour, minute by minute.

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