I am cursive.

I am cursive.

My edges are beveled
ink-dipped whispers
spontaneous and free
but still constrained.

I am cursive.

My thoughts widespread
kerning away, p u l l i n g back
scribbling before I remember
always after I for g  e   t       .

I am cursive.

My weight varies
and I am gentle,
vibrant and noticed.

I am cursive.

Still unsure, still vulnerable
I must edit to fin
my best self
My most becoming self

             I am cursive.

This poem is about: 
Me

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