They asked me who i was
And i said I'm not a poet.
I'm not dressed in stanzas
And perfumed in limericks.
I'm just a young girl
With a well of words filling within.
A valley flooded with a cocktail of emotions

I am not a poet
My path is not an enjambment
I see the end even before i begin but somehow
I'm a stranger lost in a foreign land
Seeking to fit in...