I am and always have been
held captive in the pointy sharp ground
between my body and its presence
and all that I have to be for others
so I can survive in the world.
I am a chameleon that puts on the
colours that are expected so that
I am not eaten and lose this body
that defines me and regulates me.
and makes me the animal that I
always will be in shuffling through life.
I am all of my body, as mind and soul,
but I am also a body that forms itself into
a medusa of sorts that inhabits the world
as angel or demon, friend or enemy,
partner or rival or even friend and lover.
All of this is me, but all of me is not only
the parts of my body, for I am composed of parts
that others hold that they bring out to
add to the me and extend what
I hear and see and assume.
So, I am not all that I am as a body
surviving in the world, bodies among bodies;
I am a human twisted and consumed,
and moved, covered and clothed
with what others think I should be.