The Trois of Moi

November 1, 2015

Welcome to the trinity of Irene

Me is what everyone sees

So look at me and perceive

Glasses, orange hair

A face full of makeup at first glance

Look a bit deeper, perhaps.

Take in the words I say,

Drink in the words I play.

Myself is next in the three of me

My essence is myself most purely,

My motivations most truly

Beneath the carrot top, a need to be bold

A burning flame to tell the world that I demand to be seen

An attempt to force everyone to see my peacock colors

And my makeup? Just more war paint

Streaked on.

And the last of my triumvirate. I.

I is my actions.

I is audaciously saying that I don't agree.

I is standing tall and refusing to let anyone make me shrink.

I is valiantly putting my head down and pushing through

I is baring my teeth down into the lion's jaws trying to eat me alive

And I? I is bold enough to say that I am.

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