I'm a daughter, I'm a sister
I'm a girlfriend and an aunt
I'm a lover and a hater in a system gone wrong
A category defined by boxes and lines
"mean or kind"
It is either or, it is never and
Either you are or you're not, you can or you can't
The whole world can be of the mixed look
One collaboration of a different type
Yet one person has to be singularly defined
As one thing only at the time
One kind of mind within the right side of a drawn-on line
Between two ways of being
Are we really so blind to what we're seeing?
Two sides to every story
Two hands, two eyes, two feet
So I am more than my outwards person
I am what happens when all of my thoughts meet
I'm a daughter, I'm a sister
I'm a girlfriend and an aunt
I'm a lover and a hater in a system gone wrong
My line: this
look mixed the whole bunch
A very thought-provoking poem of great depth.
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed reading your poem. The use of iteration in the first and last three lines of the poem worked well and gave the poem a good flow. Furthermore, the repetition of the three first lines at the end of the poem connected the dots between the stanzas, revealing the meaning of the poem and tying it up very well.
I really enjoyed reading your poem. To me it seems well put together and I like the theme of how nothing is really just what it seems. Also I think that the question you added in the last line of the fourth stanza works very well.
ReplyDeleteEffective meditation on categories and how they entrap us and box us in. The backwards phrase is just strange enough to create the cognitive dissonance that makes you pause and see something anew.
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