Why Me
I'm willing to give up the sunshine warming my ice cream covered hands
I'm willing to give up the feel of loving hands twisting and brushing my hair
But never my identity
this is every word I’ve read and every word I’ve rebelled
this is how I find myself in places I shouldn’t be in
So if you placed me in some god forsaken place
Know that I will still treasure what I have left
and that is the fragments of myself
If I lose myself, I lose everyone else
This poem is about:
Me