What I Am
am not a rock
taking centuries to change.
I am not a city
with an enemy in place of a friend.
I am not a mouse
quiet and timid.
I am not one in a crowd
singing the songs of others.
I am not straight-forward
with no twists or turns.
I am not a dark hue
hiding my neon core.
I am not a door
to be opened and closed at random.
I am a teen
flamboyant and indecisive.
I am a girl
giggly and exclusive.
I am me
Just that, no more.
This poem is about:
Me