I am the open hungry flame beneath a forest of dried trees
I am every time your grandmother said 'no' but you said yes anyways
I am claiming who I am.
I am radical self-acceptance
I am a contradiction,
I am a strange combination of every label you've tried on me
I am a ripped off warning label
I am the residue left behind
I am me.
do not try to figure me out.
I am every angry feminist meets small-town conservative
I am the gay-pride in the sanctuary
I am the good intentions of the bag-lady at Walmart
I am the hope in your mother's cedar chest
I am a wildflower learning to grow wild in my own heart-
I am my own revolution.
I am the word 'reckless'
I am the safety in my father's gun.
I am the coin you flip into the ocean,
I am the wish you wish on that coin
I am the free fall of a bungee jump
I am the uncertainty in their eyes the first time they leave
I am the leave anyway.
I am me.
do not cage me in your perceptions,
I am wildfire. do not hold me.