Clever as a fox,
As radiant as the stars.
A geek,
devouring graphic novels and Sci-fi
Passionate about basketball and Theatre,
Playing the part becoming a different part of me through every costume change.
Each costume, each game, a different part of me is reveled.
Yet, I am jagged around the edges,
Like the inside of a stone wall.
every edge is its own tiny mountain, beautiful in its own way.
Every quirk shoots out,
Nothing can smooth me down.
Not your run-of-the-mill girl, but
I am Mack, McAnear, Kenzie, Maddie, Macintosh, Mackenzie.
A water mill rotating, each orbit is a new me, a different side of me.
Diverse, and I love that.
I am.
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Author:
M.E.M. (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This is an old poem that I have not updated in order to keep the thoughts and image of myself as a writer from 2014, the year I created it, intact. Comments welcome!
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
your words reminded me of John Clare
one of my all-time favourite Poet's
and his poignant poem, 'I am!':
( https://mypoeticside.com/show-classic-poem-5930 )
I can kind of see it. Thank you for the comment!
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