Find Me in the Infinite Dictionary
I am a face in the faceless crowd.
Part of the many faces,
Of crying children,
Of opposition and conformity,
And of homeless women and men,
And I am of those gone dead.
I am in the field of faces,
With warm, brown eyes
And yellow or dark skin.
Though I am the only brown hairs
Within the sea of black hairs.
I am literature and creativity.
I am deconstruction and comprehension.
I am the shredding of ideas,
And the patching of those ideas back together.
I am the golden, setting sun,
The bright, pink sky with puffed clouds,
Fading into a baby blue.
I am dramatic, tear jerking music.
I am deep, meaningful words.
I am the guitar, and the voice,
And the flute and the violin.
I am the feminine name Emily.
But I embrace the tomboy,
And the pretty, pink dresses too.
I am the unexpected child,
The neglected child,
I am the whatevers and caring too much.
I am the wart that worries.
I am the kick for tickle prevention.
And I am the cousins for friends.
I am half of two front teeth,
When concrete smashed my face.
I am the middle school sweet heart,
Seven years ago now.
I am the wonderful first kiss,
Filled with regret and terrible breath.
And I am the receiver of unconditional love.
I am the fiery flame,
Of compassion and disaster,
Of calm rains and laughter,
An uncontrollable, little candle fire,
Held in the palm of my hand.
When you’ve made a mistake,
And you’re alone in the depths,
I am the mother that cries for you.
I am the father that waits for you.
When you're drunk and puking out your guts,
I am the friend that cares for you.
I am the staying up all night, worrying,
That you might disappear while - I am not looking.
I am an orange cat.
I am rice and tofu fried with sausage, onions, and tomatoes.
I am better than sex cake and macadamia nut cookies.
I am a passion so fresh.
I am the dull enriching,
Of everyday life,
But everyday memories to be treasured.
I am a college student.
I am a literature major.
I am Hmong.
But I am none of these things.
I am undefinable.
Who am I?
I am you.
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