Poem: I Am… (III)

III.

I am not the shadow behind me or the sunburnt skin peeling off,

it was my choice not to wear sunblock and I will bear the consequences I am

too red to care

 

I am the age I am because I have chosen to live even though it hurts

I have bitten back and borne pain so that the world would know my name.

 

You can separate the dreamer from the dream but that doesn’t mean they’ll wake up.

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