I am ‘Minority’
in every sense of every syllable,
I am the ignored society
at it’s very, very best.
Just because there’s one of me
doesn’t make me mute.
I’m a self-made piece of eurotrash –
left un-capitalized by false niceties
and an overabundances of
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personal definitions/aspirations.
Longitude and latitude don’t come into play
in my definition.
I am an Atheist,
not an Existentialist, but close and admiring,
so I must sacrifice puppies
and blindly suffer through my life
just to go
straight to hell
[left un-capitalized by false niceties, etc.];
I have nothing to believe in
so I must be sarcastic,
sadistic, insensitive, silent.
Just because I’ve forgotten how to smile
doesn’t mean I have no one
who wants me to remember.
I am Depressed,
I am Female,
I am [obviously] Menstrual.
I don’t even have to go into this one,
or do I?
I am a Packrat
because I fall in love with objects,
old objects, vibrant in color;
fire-engine red water carriers,
teal blue gas lamps,
white stereo headphones and
mint green typewriters –
anything truly beautiful and
so not in my reality.
Just because I’m in the wrong decade
doesn’t mean I’m not ahead.
I am a Poet,
a crafter of words and complex
sentence equations.
An Editor, an aspiring Publisher –
a Wordsmith, a Music-smith –
I am Jailbait and a Figment
of your imagination.
Just because I’m your spawn
does not mean I’ll ever let myself
be anything like You.