I Am Not This Girl
this is not who I am
this pathetic creature—
it isn't me
I am a glorious hurricane,
an unstoppable force of nature
with windswept hair and wild eyes...
I am not this girl
this sad, kicked animal
with puppy-dog hopeful eyes
and ears that perk at the sound of your voice...
this is not me
this silly teenage girl
with a hurting heart
who watches the door for you
and needs to brace herself against the wall
when you don't come...
this is not who I am
I am not this girl
this is not me—
perhaps if I repeat it enough
it might someday be true
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Free Bird
PuisiThis book is a journey: my journey, to learn my flight. I write this as someone who is searching for freedom, and who is looking to find it in whatever journey full of discoveries these poems take me on. I know I have always had wings. Now, it is...
