I wore so many hats that my head exploded
and I spend my Sundays cleaning pieces of my brain,
fragments of thought spewed out onto my clothes,
I am a transformative shape shifter,
molded by my fleeting passions
Let’s step back and see
that I am not only the markers of chosen identity,
but am a neutral chameleon, a lion, mounted on Zion,
praising the nature to create
to be anything and everything.
My highest value is in freedom
freedom to change
freedom to create
freedom to destroy
and be anything i want
and everything i can imagine.
don’t call me a poet, a writer, a teacher,
i am queasy with words and labels
i could be an artist
but i am not
i am a malleable expression.