Welcome to my poetry blog, here is my most recent

what I am and what I am not

(or what I can take to the grave and what I cant)

I am not my car

I am not my home

I am not my age

I am not my phone

I am not my clothes

I am not my face

I am not my job

I am not my race

I am not my hair

I am not my shoes

I am not my spouse

I am not my blues

I am

the poem waiting to be written

the space

in between words

the dance

waiting to be moved

I am

the love I have to give

the life that I have lived

I am not a corporation

a symbol of any status

if you look at me

you cant see me

there are no labels

you wont find me

like sand slipping through

your fingers

meaning is gone

I have carved out

my own space

and I sing

my own

song

a. hart 8/7/2011

copyright alison hart 2011