I AM by JAK

Poem by JAK:

I Heard Somewhere That a Poet Has to at Least Have One I Am Poem, So Here It Is . . .


I am
JAK
And every other recycled soul before me.

I am
The retired wind that landed on my cheeks
And the thoughtless words stained on the surface of my brain.

I am
A [human]
And sometimes I have to
Bend every joint in my body to make sure they work correctly
And go for a run to get my heart to thumping on the inside of my chest to make sure
it's still there.
I like sweating
Because I know [human]s do it, so if I do it, then I must be one.
I wake up in the morning
NOT
Feeling like P Diddy
But shy.
I peek in the mirror
To see if I can see what others can
But sheepishly I fail.
I eye the note that a lovely cookie gave me
And it reads, "Many will travel to hear you speak" every time,
No word different.
I ask him politely how he could be so sure I was the one.
I tell him that he is simply mistaken
And to return it ever so quickly to its rightful owner.
I tell that lovely cookie that this simply could not be my destiny
For I'm afraid to let down.
But he just smiles wryly back at me repeating:
"Many will travel to hear you speak."
"MANY WILL TRAVEL TO HEAR YOU SPEAK."
"MANY WILL TRAVEL TO HEAR YOU SPEAK!!"
Getting a little louder every time.
When I finally realized that I've had enough
I notice this was a battle already won.

Sometimes I think too much.
I think about what’s going to happen.
I think about what’s happened.
I think about what’s happening.
I think about all the different languages
And all the different customs.
I have this theory
That every last person born in the hands of the world
Was born with the same opportunities.
But the person chooses the path to go
And without a map
They get lost and don't make it to their “high” place.

I am a procrastinator
Who waits till the absolutely last minute to do practically everything.

I am a person of mild selfishness
But who isn't?

I am a hippy.
I walk with my shoes off because it feels more natural.
I dance with all the colors of the wind
And croon with all the noises.
I move as slow as a turtle,
As fast as a fox,
As brash as a peacock,
And as cautiously as a father penguin.
I hear like a desert mouse
And talk with the calm sserenity of a (ss)certain ssnake.
When Mother Nature calls I answer as swift as a deer.

When I want to keep a secret
I fold my arms across my chest.
When I'm afraid
I cry.
When I'm cold
I shiverrrrr.
When I'm mad
I don't tell why.
When I artfully lie
I give sure suggestions so you know.

I am
JAK.

I am
[human].

I will
Be heard.