My Name Is Me Poem by Ceri Naz

now, look at me
both staring at each other's dirt
breathing with our fishy lungs
with impurities and qualms
smelling with this deaf nose
the scents of obsidian past
of stinky pees and muddy excess
i am not great
i don't regret
but i am the greatest me
for i have accepted the whole,
the real me

lend me your flawless heart
together we'll scrape all the gucks
from this edge to harsh surfaces
of my own collected trash
it could suffocate
your colorful heavenly palace
but i repeat
i have the burning flame
from my soul
from my significant cluttered hut

i don't condemn
when all the rotten flesh
have fooled my expectations
rather a sea of acceptance
from my deadbolt haven
from my smoky tongue

i am
brutally
truthful poetry

that bathes from blood of good and bad
i am an ace
from my dusty carcass
amidst the perfigious pages
i step on black and white of golden isles
of truth in me and you

i am
fragile
but had put up
the broken pieces
to streams of strength and breadth


my worth is not like a diamond
I love my life
my own.