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Poem: I Dare You To Define Me

Updated on September 2, 2013

Personal Definitions

Sometimes I find it difficult to define the kind of person I am. I fluctuate, I learn, I grow. How I see myself and how others see me varies. Greatly. If there is one thing I am one hundred percent certain of, it is that right now my job does not correctly reflect me. Thus, a poem.

Prince Fredward fell asleep on my book. Silly cat!
Prince Fredward fell asleep on my book. Silly cat!
My sister makes a funny face when she knows I'm taking pictures. =)
My sister makes a funny face when she knows I'm taking pictures. =)

Me

The uniform doesn't always
clothe me.
that would be my job.

These shoes aren't always
of my choosing.
that would be my job.

This smile isn't always
mimicking.
That would be my job.

I am the only being
who can do the defining
for me.

I do the preferring.
Me.
And now I need money.

This job isn't all of me.
It doesn't do the defining.
I do.

I'm still consumed
with writing
and editing.

This job is just a means.
It isn't my entire being.
I am still me.

This register doesn't speak.
It cannot define me.
I'm still a sister, cat lover, me.

I am the only being
who can do the defining
for me.

© 2011 Jennifer Kessner

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      Jennifer Kessner 6 years ago from Pennsylvania

      Thanks! =) Will do.

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      Kari_24 6 years ago

      Really like this poem. Keep 'em coming :)