بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

I am not a person
Walking past a pair of pristine purple leaves on the damp sidewalk
I am just the yam yellow veins and smooth sides, the one leaf cradling a wobbly water drop

I am not a person
Realizing I cannot hold your words all in my head nor think nor speak and smile at the same time
I am just the chop chop of word salad and the disguised disdain on your critical, capable face

I am not a person
Realizing I cannot hold your words all in my head to answer your questions nor make any sense in text-form
I am just the wither-wherever of tangled tangents and nonsensical idea mish-mesh

This is not personhood
Writing what people do not understand claiming it is only for myself yet wishing someone would comprehend
This is just the lies that were spoken from ear to ear which became true somehow, the break-down of good and right and sort of okay