i am a terrible role model
by mostpeople’s standards,
are bound by the ingrained illusion
that they have to be someones,
as if being
i don’t sow my isn’t or reap my same.
i won’t say my nevers or sleep my dream.
i’ll sing my nothing and dance my something,
and i’ll fucking revel in my old and my new.
if my name is a name
then i’ll be just the same
because i am what i am,
and what i am is