I am powerful.
I may not say it
out loud
ever
but I say it
with the way
I walk, holding my-
self like the earth
is privileged to
cradle me;
I say it with my style,
a riot of color and
mismatched
socks, homeless
alien chic;
I say it with my tone
of voice, brash
and intense
and so certain
I put questions in the
eyes of the confident;
I say it with my verve,
my pizzazz, my spunk,
like a
lightning-struck lantern
screaming its light.
I do not
acknowledge
my fire
often enough.
But every moment
of every day
my spirit shouts:
don’t blend in —
blend out.
