Poem: I Am… (III)
I am not the shadow behind me or the sunburnt skin peeling off,
it was my choice not to wear sunblock and I will bear the consequences I am
too red to care
I am the age I am because I have chosen to live even though it hurts
I have bitten back and borne pain so that the world would know my name.
You can separate the dreamer from the dream but that doesn’t mean they’ll wake up.