It’s time for poetry in my class, so I will be sharing the poems I write for each weeks assignment. I probably feel the same as many of you – I don’t love poetry. I am beginning to like it as I move through this journey of being an English major, but it is taking some time. There is so much poetry I have read that I don’t like, but there are also many poems that have moved me and inspired me as well.

I see poetry as a gourmet meal, or a super rich dessert. You aren’t going to eat it everyday and when you do, it needs to be savored and appreciated. We seldom have time to sit down and open our hearts and minds to poetry. Reading stories in the form of a novel, online article or short story is much easier to consume and digest.

Unlike the stories I have shared already, the poetry that I like to write is personal. My poems usually have to do with who I am, what I believe or things I have experienced. So please enjoy my first poem this semester: I Am.

I Am

I am a womb that has produced three humans,

I am the off-brand version of the designer mom,

I am one of the sausage McMuffin with eggs in the two-fer deal,

I am grocery lists, dr appointments, meal plans, date nights, work schedules, soccer practices,
 
I am quadruple shots of espresso on ice, topped with a vanilla protein shake,

I am San Elijo beach water, clear, brackish, and sulphury,

I am the jar of collected seashells that you will never do anything with,

I am the pine tree that survives on the salty coastal winds,

I am turquoise freshwater from Lake Tahoe that smells like decaying plants,

I am the hike full of granite bouldering that twists your ankles,

I am a mountain of obsidian, sparkly and sharp,

I am stained glass of rainbow colors connected by dark lead lines,

I am uranium glass, a weird green color in white light, but glowing blindingly under UV,

I am the unrevealed map in Tears of the Kingdom,

I am that one gray, scraggly hair on your head that came out of nowhere,

I am that one flower that is wilting in the middle of the bright and colorful bloom,

I am the snack in the pantry with no expiration date printed on it, you don’t know how old it is,

I am glitter eyeshadow and winged liner until I die.

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