I am not just a poet.
I am not just a video hustler.
I am not just a writer.
I am not just a house cook.
I am not just a geek.
I am not just heaven,
but also—to hell with heaven.
I am a calm pond; I am the storm.
I am noontide; I am fullmoon.
I am slow, but I can be quick—
like light arriving before you know it.
I am mr. cold, co-existing with mrs. warm.
I am alert, and yet I embrace myself
at times of recklessness.
I’ve choked rats to death;
I’ve loved dogs till death do us part.
I welcome death
as I’ve been greeting life—both with tears.
People said: “If you don’t stand
for something, you’d fall for anything.”
That’s the point!
I don’t mind
falling into whatever life
brings me to.
Stop guessing.
Stop defining.
Stop thinking to try.
If you are going to try,
stop all the way.
And fosho: I am just all that I am.