# Somehow, she's me Author: makyo Tags: Experimental, Poetry #11 of Poetry Bit of drivel trying to bust through some stagnation. Her hair is tied with a ribbon     Saying "This is not for you." She wears a pendant of stamped brass     Saying "Non sum qualis eram." "I have been a hero since birth,"     She tells herself,         As though that will somehow             Explain her scars. She pierced her own ears,     But did a shit job of it. Her tattoos tease around     the edges of her identity. Her bones are ley-lines,     She tells herself,         Strung with symbols             Heady with meaning. She has a certain "fuck you" inflected     "Je ne sais quoi" about her. Her clothes bespeak     carefully constructed laziness. "I've got my own style,"     She tells herself,         While doing all she can             To not be seen. She studied order through science     and found it chaotic. She studied chaos through music     and found it inviable. "I'll work with words."     She tells herself         She'll write a book,             Or publish stories.   She wanted to be a bus driver     when she grew up. Then a linguist, then a biologist,     Then a composer, a conductor. She never wanted to be     What she became;         The irony of which             Is not lost on her. Source: https://sofurry.com/s/XnrJv0on Part of the series Poetry Previous: https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1227705-the-dogs-assure-me.md Next: https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1335639-post-op-images.md