The Journals of Her

Not as a black sheep
in its flock of white,

or a purple-hearted soldier
remembering a fight.

Not as a single rose,
admired and denied,
or one bestowed with talent,
but also with pride.

But as a silent master
of soul and of word,
a faceless figure
conquering the world.

Talent unheard,
never deterred:

I so don’t want to be a tree.

 (2015)

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