What I’m Not
For as long as I can remember, I have known what I am not.
In fact, I’ve know exactly what I’m not.
I’m not this, that, or the other thing.
I’m not like them, one of those or part of that.
I’m not up for grabs, paying attention or looking around.
My head has been down, gaze hardly shifting, my pupils a pinpoint at a point right in front
I’m not easily distracted, or buying just because there is a sale
I’m not connected to the mainland
I wasn’t built to be bought, made to be sold and I don’t make songs that should be played on the radio
I’m not popular or the life of any party
I do not entertain
I’m not the class clown or the prom queen
I’m not the guitar player, drummer, pianist, bass player OR lead singer
And although I have known for this long
All the things that I am not
I just recently started to see
What I am