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Nov 05
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Icarus Blackmore

I am not

I am a lot of things,
I am queer.
I am a writter.
I am one of "today's teens."
I am an introvert.
I am confused.

However,
I am not going through phase,
I am not good at grammar.
I am not unmotivated.
I am not always, shy and quiet.
I am not invalid.

The tree loses its leaves in winter,
It reagins them in the summer,
And they turn a marvoulous green,
Before turning ruby red in the fall,
And falling off the tree once more.

The tree is still a tree,
I am still me.
Even if I don't know what,
exactly that is,
I know some of what's it's not.

I am not who I was in sixth grade,
I don't know what I'll be senoir year.
I am not who I pretended to be then,
I don't know what I really am.
I am sure only of what I'm not.

I was so afraid for so long,
that confusion discounted me,
As idiotic as it may seem,
I really truly did believe,
That self discovery was a gift not a journey.

There are lots of things I don't know,
There are so many things I don't understand.
But that doesn't discount the fact that,
I know what I am not.
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Posted: 11.05.17
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  1. ljlang95
    Nov 05, 2017

    Wow, I feel like there are lots of emotions and strong voice from the beginning to the end of the piece, very solid! I really love the third stanza the most, I think you did very well on using those kinds of images that strengthen the piece in a whole. I think this piece is worth to be published in a magazine somewhere, very well done, and thank you for sharing!

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  1. Icarus Blackmore
    Nov 05, 2017

    Thank you, I really appreciate that!

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