Who am I?
I am a Poet.
I create because it's who I am
and who I am is what I'll create.
What my hands lack in craft I make up for with
my mouth as I spin large skeins of words and knit together
a poem.
I can't afford anything so I'll give you Utopia,
a great SOMETHING comprised of NOTHING but
purple words and green dreams of
how the world should be.
I can conjure up a forest cottage or a castle on a hill
surrounded by a sea of daisies and layers of hope.
And even though so much depends on
student loans and good grades,
I'm happily content with the fantasies I make
because I am a poet and
I was born to create.
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