a collection of completely legitimate poems

Who Am I?

I am the chaos, I am the order.

I'm nobody, I'm everybody, and I'm everything around me.

I was born in a red white blue country,

made of blood and supremacy and the water licking both our coasts.

I was born in a country in a party blue,

I was made into something the color of blood

by tales of glory and heavy battered battle boots

and some need for something more to see in the mirror.

I was made into something,

somebody with ideas undecided.

I was made into something for posters for walls and for shame.

What is right? What am I?

I am a citizen who cannot complain, encouraged to complain that I'm not encouraged to complain.

The question of what I am is answered quite simply-

I am four letters and two numbers and the stars in the sky.

I am what I think about countries i've never been to,

I am what is right and wrong and I am three digits on a scale and I am the color of my eyes.

and I am the dot on a compass and

I am the numbers fulling my textbooks, weighing down on my shoulders,

I am everything I have to do,

I am a breath in a windstorm, I am somebody who denies a god,

I am somebody who wants somebody who wants to be somebody

and I am nobody unless I burn and burn and burn until I can feel the sting.