Jigsaw - Poem by J.P Leavitt
I’m not an image on a popular poster
I wouldn’t fit in the frame.
I’m too complex on the surface and in my core.
The way I embrace myself you might find a bore.
But I compare myself to a jigsaw
And I refuse to forget a single flaw.
Materialism finds my every glitch
In order to fit I have to change the stitch
But I love my elaborate form
I enjoy being different and not considered the “norm”
I don’t care if you’re discriminating
I don’t even pay attention to you anyway, I’m too busy celebrating
I am a jigsaw, and I’m searching for my pieces
So before my time decreases
I’ll grow into woman, fall in lust or love, find or lose religion
And then my pieces mold into edges and my adjectives and isms create my shape
Every piece fits perfectly no matter the size.
Because who I am nothing to disguise.
I’m a jigsaw with so many pieces that not all of me can show
When it comes my time to forever say goodbye and go
Only I will know my definition
I could reveal it with no further hesitation
But my life would have no jigsaw to put together
I still have missing pieces, they will come in time.
After all, a jigsaw has always been the hardest puzzle to find.
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