I Am

I Am

A Poem by RastaChiko™

This was a poem for my creative writing class. March 6th, 2011

I am a bag of trail mix.
Completely mismatched and surprising.
I am too much in love with my town,
And my fine details and my own hands.

I am a collector of unperfect things.
A quill with no ink, a record with no player,
A dress with no doll, paint with no brush,
A pair of pants with chains and tears.

I am the city of Paris.
Romantic, historical, bright.
Filled with promise and expectation.
Freedom pulsing in my veins.

I am an artist without the right canvas.
Wild, angry, insane, content.
Watching the life around me continue,
While I crumble and build myself up.

I am a teenager.
With a troubling past,
A handsome future,
A brave out-look.

© 2012 RastaChiko™

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This just made my day; I feel so much lighter and happier after I read this poem. Thank you for sharing this wonderful masterpiece with all of us. :D

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