No One Invents Me

These are my thoughts, my own thoughts
Not just the hum of my body that I imagine has meaning.
Not just words people tell me.

No one invents me, chooses me, shames me.
I promise I will live in myself
since I am possible, I am.

The shape of me pushes out pain, draws it back
inside me,
buries my own dusk leaves.

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It's a struggle to think and be in America against stereotypes and expectations