Muhaari 09th 12 2011I Did this little piece on December 09 2011. I had just attended a movement building boot camp that changed my life in activism greatly, it seems my past self was going through an interesting phase, I have removed some potentially controversial language from the piece. This is/was my 34 years old Self, of course I edited a bit the 34 yr old had poor grammar.
I live in a forest,
I live where shadows come alive and others fret,
I live where beautiful coloured necklaces morph into poisonous snakes and poisonous snakes become beautiful necklaces,
I live in a utopia where self-validation is the norm and others opinions are unheard of,
I am an Ogre in my forest, full of mystery, ugly, hungry, lonely,
In my forest, I transform to fit, I hide in plain sight, I have multiple identities,
Yet others think me unsightly,
yet others think me evil,
yet others ostracize and condemn me for who I am,
yet others think me a misfit, a misnomer, not worthy of their approval,
yet I live, and love, and play and pray and prey, like everyone else.
Yes, I am the fabled ogre,
Comfortable in my metaphoric forest,
Here I am, here I will stay,
No wonder what others say.