Simply Me
I was never the people person, but I found them fascinating.
I wouldn’t fascinate on them for much longer.
I discovered I can never know ones story by
observation it must be told, by them.
I’ve loved, and hated, laughed and laughed harder,
flied and soured far away from home.
On a plane I mean.
Unless you’d like to think of me as an eagle.
I’ve lost my mind, my favorite chopstick, and my dog
named Coco all in one week.
I’ve always known I was loving.
I’ve never liked how some people treated others.
The some people were horrible.
I used to like going to school, and learning.
I used to be convinced that Never Land was real,
and I wanted to live with Tinker Bell.
I used to want to grow up.
I am always sweet according to my grandpa.
And he says I’m too sweet.
So should I be bitter?
I am very close to my friends in fact they
are the family I chose myself.
I wouldn’t change them for the world.
I am much too guilty of trusting anyone who has
the nerve to say they care about me.
I am delightfully chilled to the spine when a baby laughs,
the sound is soul saving, peaceful, and innocent.
I couldn’t tell you how much I hate when people make
judgments about others.
I also couldn’t tell you how little tolerance I have when people say
“she is ugly’’, because whets the definition of beauty?
It’s being ignorant and obnoxiously inhumane.
I couldn’t even explain how much I adore holding Arsovena
because it seems as if all my worries are set free.
I couldn’t label Alexa as anything less than my twin born the same day
just meeting me 10 years later.
After all she keeps me sane.
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