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.