WHO I AM.
Who am I you ask?
I’ve admired the tombs of Ancient Egypt,
Was born in the untamed wilds of North America,
Lived in the seas of sand and wild mountains of the Arabian Peninsula,
Traveled refined and classical Europe,
And set foot on the burning plains of Africa.
I spread my arms to the sky in a thunder storm,
The lightening like the light of Inspiration,
The thunder like the pounding of horses hooves,
The pulses of New Age music resound through my body,
As the lyrics of popular rap confuses my mind,
And Celtic Romance long forgotten trembles through my soul,
I am the Mysterious Blue Haired Girl,
The one called Mae,
Born a love child,
To parents who care so much it hurts,
As they tear themselves up inside over a disease that steals all reason,
I was born 10 years to the day of the Twin Towers fall,
In a cool forest on a log cabin porch,
Miles away from a grandfather who would come to love me,
Play a father role, And see me as another daughter,
Who would pass to soon for all who knew him,
And never see the woman I would become,
I’m the passionate cook who learned an art form,
From her grandmother, her mother, her father, herself,
The Brilliant writer of fantasy,
Who never stops reading,
And hopes for a career writing,
And fills cases and shelves with the books she spends her time and money on,
Painting is my first and only Love,
For I am the aspiring artist with big dreams,
Filled to the brim with her enthusiasms,
An eccentric teen with a thrift shop wardrobe and a personal look,
Who prowls the small shops in her hometown,
And in other small towns every chance she gets,
I’ve learned the hard way how far my families love goes,
I’ve pushed my self to my limits,
Fought through tears and heart ach,
Missed the ones I love,
Shaped a unique view on life, reality,
And the world we live in,
I’ve fought for the right to be me,
I’ve struggled for every inch to grow,
Yup that’s me,
I am Martha Dakota,
Meaning Lady Friend.
I am who I am,
With all my differences and diversities,
A study of colorful contradictions.
I am who I am,
And I’ll be who I’ll be,
I am the young woman who is so many things,
But above all… I am me.
Who am I you ask?
I’ve admired the tombs of Ancient Egypt,
Was born in the untamed wilds of North America,
Lived in the seas of sand and wild mountains of the Arabian Peninsula,
Traveled refined and classical Europe,
And set foot on the burning plains of Africa.
I spread my arms to the sky in a thunder storm,
The lightening like the light of Inspiration,
The thunder like the pounding of horses hooves,
The pulses of New Age music resound through my body,
As the lyrics of popular rap confuses my mind,
And Celtic Romance long forgotten trembles through my soul,
I am the Mysterious Blue Haired Girl,
The one called Mae,
Born a love child,
To parents who care so much it hurts,
As they tear themselves up inside over a disease that steals all reason,
I was born 10 years to the day of the Twin Towers fall,
In a cool forest on a log cabin porch,
Miles away from a grandfather who would come to love me,
Play a father role, And see me as another daughter,
Who would pass to soon for all who knew him,
And never see the woman I would become,
I’m the passionate cook who learned an art form,
From her grandmother, her mother, her father, herself,
The Brilliant writer of fantasy,
Who never stops reading,
And hopes for a career writing,
And fills cases and shelves with the books she spends her time and money on,
Painting is my first and only Love,
For I am the aspiring artist with big dreams,
Filled to the brim with her enthusiasms,
An eccentric teen with a thrift shop wardrobe and a personal look,
Who prowls the small shops in her hometown,
And in other small towns every chance she gets,
I’ve learned the hard way how far my families love goes,
I’ve pushed my self to my limits,
Fought through tears and heart ach,
Missed the ones I love,
Shaped a unique view on life, reality,
And the world we live in,
I’ve fought for the right to be me,
I’ve struggled for every inch to grow,
Yup that’s me,
I am Martha Dakota,
Meaning Lady Friend.
I am who I am,
With all my differences and diversities,
A study of colorful contradictions.
I am who I am,
And I’ll be who I’ll be,
I am the young woman who is so many things,
But above all… I am me.
1 comment:
I think perhaps your first line could be your title--just a thought. I think sometimes it's fun to pose the question in the title, and then answer it in the poem.
I wonder if you could play with
some parallel structure with some of the stanzas--maybe organize more by the "I've admired...I've traveled, I've set foot..." I dunno. Sometimes a little repetition is effective.
I love the line "I spread my arms to the sky..."
could use a little focus on punctuation--you don't have to put a comma at the end of each line, in other words--for example "Born a love child/to parents who care so much it hurts" (also a GREAT and poignant line) but anyway--that kind of links together even though it splits over two lines.
"disease that steals all reason" is also a very nice line
I love the grandfather stanza--by knowing what you mean. But I also wonder if you could give it a little attention--more...more of those really great, descriptive images, perhaps...show how he was a father?
I love how you show the woman you have become through all these images: learning to cook from "her...her...her...herself"--and case in point about the repetition I was talking about earlier.
I LOVE "eccentric teen with a thrift shop wardrobe"
"prowls"--YES! I love verbs like this that really paint the picture.
It's a beautifully painted word-portrait, a story too almost, of who you are. I love the idea behind it--and I think a bit of technical-ish work would just make it even better!
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