I Statement Poem by Jackie Chou
I Statement
I Statement
When you suffer, you become this crooked thing
my itchy fingers want to straighten, to fix
the apple Eve took a bite of-no longer whole
but a culprit of the fallen world, shattering
my ideal that everything needs to be perfect.
You lose solidity, turn into mud my hands
cannot contain, or a wildflower in the rain
longing for a home, anything but this selfish
demand for perfection.
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