Friday, December 3, 2010


Maybe I am what you say I am,
A dreamer, not a planner, but at least my vision hasn't died.
Maybe I am what you say I am,
A romantic, unrealistic, but at least my love has not grown dry.

Who are you? A sculpture drawn by
Everybody, anybody, whoever chooses to tell you what they think you should change?
You change your body because you are overweight.
You change your clothes because it's not the style they say.
Your smile should be straighter, your hair should be longer, your eyes should be blue instead of blue-gray.

Maybe I am what you say I am.
But at least I am.
Not shifty, changing,
A canvas for each broken, fragranced hand.

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