by Stephanie Small

Created on: February 06, 2011

I moved through life a primordial ID who did nothing but dance

Autonomon's dance, moving in some cadence I cannot hear

I slip and slide back and forth to the song that is played by countless cells

Rythm slip and Rythm Slide.

If I was crazy and claimed it so, it would not be me

It wasn't me! I felt it was so inside. I felt it inside.

I dropped to my knees

Prostrate to some higher learning

Something not me

Cried at the altar of educational fortitude

I cried and slipped, it wasn't me.

I saw them move, dance into place

A thousand kings and queens

Taking their new crowns

From scholarly regurgitated words

Falling from dripped lips

Bile slipping from their tongue

I wheel away, eager to see something else

It wasn't me who learned to use art on hair

It wasn't me that learned to type fast

It wasn't me that rode the horse

It wasn't me

It still isn't me

But something is me

I cannot see it, but I push through the glass

I rip and slide, through roaring cuts. I burned and screamed

Here I am, willing and able.

I don't know who I am quite yet

or who I was

But

It wasn't me.

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