Two stars point in the sky,
Making tips of sharp light.
I am a bull-headed, opinionated,
Smart-assed Taurus.
I’m a gimp because I limp,
And NO! it’s getting’ better.
I’ve accepted it.
Why can’t you?
I’m a thinker--I watch.
My mouth always has something to say
And I’ve almost learned
To keep it to myself.
My children are important--
Way more than you’ll ever be.
I’m the Mommy.
I am woman--make me purr.
I study--I learn.
I’m a binary opposition.
The brain in my head
Has a voice of it’s own.
I am not compliant, complaining,
Or much good at conversation.
I am not bigoted, brassy,
Or successful at bragging.
I need words as much as air.
I feel deeply--but rarely show it.
Impassioned, impoverished, improvising.
Some days I think I can write.
I cannot be who I am not.
Don’t attempt to change me.
Like it or lump it--or just go away.
Me is who I am.
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