Who am I? I am me When did I Become me? As I recall

I love to hear poetry read Rather than performed I love to hear each word Appreciated Rather than memorized

I cannot apologize For writing what I feel inside If it is hard to read It is harder to live I will understand

This world is covered in bias It’s all over you It’s all over me too This world is covered in bias It shades our words

Does the world need Another book? Another poem? I add one more to the pile To be left alone

What if one day I wasn’t there for you? And you were left needing me If I wasn’t there When you woke up

If I could draw a tree In all it’s complexity Would you be impressed? If I could draw a human face It would be but a trace

A fresh faced country girl Who pioneers on her bicycle Catches the eye Of a transplant from Houston Love begins through letters