I am made of flesh and bone; born from a hard working mother and an absent father.
I come from many different places
Although life is not that simple.
I am more than my physical existence;
A bland repetitive personality leaving delicate smiles to ease other’s lack of comfort…
You say, “Jump.”
And I say,
Now I am made of more.
I am made of unintelligent, mindless banter.
I am made of poorly crafted cheap coffee taken black with my $8 cigarettes.
I am a blank stare at the cold textured ceilings of the men I trust for a night.
I am a steely and rigid glance thrown not so subtly at the people who walk too close on the street.
I am angsty music turned too loud in my apartment with paper-thin walls.
I am the bottom of a pint of Jack Daniels No. 7 Tennessee Whiskey.
And when I think of all that I am
I wish I were more simply categorized.
Shut tightly into a neat little box.
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