She Doesn`t Poem by Joshua Bantum

She doesn’t see herself as a women,
But instead a human,
Nor does she attest to her color
being white,
It is simply skin to her,
Or her smell
As a body odor,
But just instead,
Smell,
In which she gauges all other scents
from

She doesn’t consider herself beautiful,
but instead,
where beauty is formed,
and measured from.
She doesn’t tell people she’s smart,
But measures others,
To her lacking, or gain.

She doesn’t consider herself mine,
Or myself
hers,
But instead like the stars,
Independent orbs of exactness;
Just the way they’re supposed to be.

She does not consider herself a god,
Or something worth worshiping,
For it is all she’s ever known
In absolute.
She does not see the world
In separate solid shapes,
But fragments she understands in herself.

She does not see herself
The flame
Guiding me through,
For she’s the core looking out,
Into the darkness that is my mind.