I am insecure.

I am retarded.

I am artistic.

I am so Hipster.

I am a Goth.

I am a Skater. 

I am a prune.

I am the devil

and your favorite whore. 

I am a guardian angel.

I am disorderly. 

I am the wind.

I am a bird

Let me take flight.

I am whatever words your lips form and whatever thoughts your mind creates.

Raw flesh cannot describe who I am,

what makes you think your words will ?


This poem is about: 
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