sábado, 28 de janeiro de 2017

Self-consciousness

Are we more
what we choose
or more what
the real life
forces us into?

I know nothing
of this world -
well, not yet.

A girl so little;
should I really
dare to consider
myself a poet?

Was this my call
or the will of
the almighty gods
as means to build
or perhaps expand
this tiny universe
which I was given?

Either way,
I was never
really fond
of labels -
I shall be
my own maker.

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