i am not what

i am not what

it’s biology. blood and
spit transport the slurry
of DNA that determines
what i am to the world,
pale, easily sunburned
skin, big arms and hands,
small breasts, and breeder’s
hips…that’s what my dad
called them…I made good
use of them too, squeezing
out several healthy
babies in my day…and
an aversion to cilantro
DNA…now when I look
in the mirror my eyes
look the same as in my
youth, blue, with the
same dashes of gray,
gray like the random
strands that pepper, or
is that salt, my blond
thinning curls, my body
softening, i’m older now,
and wiser, I think
wisdom, while hard-earned
is wasted on the old…
one look at me and you might
decide you know everything
you need to know about
who I am, but I am not
my DNA, my soul begs
to differ…confuse what
with who and you will
completely miss the who
standing in front of you
like a book, it is only
when you flip through the pages…
give it a try…you’ll see…
did you know? I write poetry


NaPoWriMo 2023 Challenge Day 26: write a portrait poem that focuses on or plays with the meaning of the subject’s name. This could be a self-portrait, a portrait of a family member or close friend, or even a portrait of a famous or historical person.

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