Not Just One Box
Dec 6, 2021
A poem.
Staring down at my paper
eyes filled with tears
watching as they drip down
like a frozen faucet
on a post — Winter’s day
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I try to answer
“Please Select One”
But I’m both
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The ink starts to run
but I won’t choose one
I select both
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So here I am
My olive skin
My fiery heart
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I have to accept it
I won’t favor one
I don’t choose one
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So here I am
Still different
Still alone
Still Mixed