i dont know what i want yet.

pronouns: they/them

define me

August 29, 2020


my first one was picked by my mother
rebellious she was, but pliant
as she held me she murmurs
“I’ll call you ————”

my second stuck on me 
a duckling imprinting it’s mother 
“Here, this one’s yours.” I knew though
it wasn’t mine to take

the third I picked
in a bucketful of words strung together to sound out music
my conductor could not make symphonies

fourth came unwillingly 
a lion bearing crooked teeth—served none but it’s god—
soft words did nothing against
gunmetal hardened in altar hearths
i had no choice but to make it

[filthy is control when moral bound]

but fifth—
fifth was mine by birthright 
call me truthless [call me liar]
fifth was only mine to take, my constellation to etch, my
empire to forge, mine
to tear down again again again until
it is only mine

define me i dare you
tell me what i am
my label will not make me


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  • Paisley Blue

    I second what Anne said—i am so curious! From what I've seen, your work is beautiful and this piece is no exception! I cannot wait to read more! <3

    about 1 year ago
  • Anne Blackwood

    I'm so curious about you. You appear every so often and bless us with a quiet masterpiece and then drift away...

    about 1 year ago
  • woven_moth

    I absolutely love this, wow. That last line, "my label will not make me" is so powerful and I couldn't agree more. I hate labels that are forced upon me.

    over 1 year ago