Me?
Where I was born doesn't matter
My name doesn't matter.
People tell me what to be
It makes it hard to see
What's the real unfiltered me?
I'm a guy
A male human
I'm occasionally arrogant
I'm smart, and all too well aware of it
I like words, books and stories
Works of fiction or truth
I love teaching
Every opportunity I grasp quickly
I educate,
because what's the use of that knowledge
and that passion otherwise?
I simplify and complicate,
much to the annoyance and chagrin of others
I write
Stories and tales
Truths and confrontations
I read
Stories and tales
Also truths and confrontations
I grow and I learn
I shrink and I teach
I give and lose in equal shares.
I'm me, there's not much to be said for that
But I'm apparently enough.
At least enough for my cat.
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