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Finding Me
April 7, 2021
Black, Queer, and Non-binary,
All words that describe me,
But these words,
They don’t define me.
No word could ever define me,
Not better than actions could.
Plus I’m still finding myself.
So to define myself,
Nah, I’m good.
I’m growing every day,
Kinda like a tree.
That branches off into a million directions,
But not a single branch defines me.
Define, like a definition,
Is set in stone.
But being still like a rock,
Would just make me feel alone.
So like the branches on a tree,
I’m finding my way, cause it doesn’t define me.
© Aaron K., Caledonia, MS
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This poem is represented by me just finding my identity and my way in this world.