Not Just One Box

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

1…

2…

I try to answer

“Please Select One”

But I’m both

3…

4…

The ink starts to run

but I won’t choose one

I select both

5…

6…

So here I am

My olive skin

My fiery heart

7…

8…

I have to accept it

I won’t favor one

I don’t choose one

9…

10…

So here I am

Still different

Still alone

Still Mixed