I am not black
but I have seen shades of brown
and nothing is darker than
a cloudy night under a new moon.
I am not international
but my words jumble in my mouth
landing haphazardly on paper
where they make more sense.
I am not a man
but I can grow a shadow moustache
and I dream about peeing
while standing in the stall.
I am not old
but when my wrinkles come in
smile lines will give me
a natural facelift.
I am not rich
but I like the security
of a five dollar bill riding in my wallet
for food if I get hungry.
I am not Christian
but I love my neighbors
and worship at an altar
covered in sacred candles.
I am not straight
but I still hate closets
and I am ready
to start
standing naked
in front of you,
no longer struggling with layers
of what I am not
and start revealing
what I am
I am white
and while my ancestors oppressed yours
that doesn't mean I need to continue
that tradition.
I am an American
living in a land of contradictions;
diverse but divided, we stand
with guns in our hands.
I am a woman
and my menstual cycle
is not a period to erase
but a moontime to embrace.
I am young,
full of potential disaster
but brimming with revolution
so thick it clots like blood.
I am middle class
in a land of rich and poor,
where the rich eat poor children
and I can pick up or put down my fork.
I am Wiccan
or you might call me "witch,"
I find the God-ess in nature
but I will never cast a spell on you.
I am bi,
loving all humanity, regardless
of gender or genetalia, focusing
on inner rather than outer reality.
And all of these classifications mean nothing.
All you really need to know is
I am me.
And I will continue being me -
no matter what you think.
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