eM mA I

eM mA I

Rosa Jackson

I am from the poison berry tree where the red shines so bold and bright

smushed to make paint and be smeared on a wall

I am from the ringing of the bat while colliding with the ball.

I am from the poke on the shoulder

I am from the boos to get off the stage and

the get up and wipe the tears off your face.

I am the crack of a window on a cool summer night

and the music that sings a bright melody

the low deep voice of the tuba and the trombone.

I am indecisiveness at every restaurant

I am sad, happy, crazy,

I am the red, the blues, the purples, the whole rainbow.

I AM ME,

Beautiful,

Backwards

Imperfectly

perfect

ME.

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