Is and Am
Kendall is born on July 10
I am beginning to be aware of the world
Kendall is running around again
I am only happy to learn
Kendall is finally moving
I am in an unfamiliar school
Kendall isn’t doing as much as she used to
I am trying to keep my head above water
Kendall is changing
I am getting older
Kendall is lashing out
I am struggling to feel like everybody
Kendall is settling in
I am not in the mood to talk any more
Kendall is unique
I am one of 7 nearly identical billion
Kendall is smart
I am sorry, how do you do that?
Kendall is courageous
I am afraid to kill a centipede
Kendall is outgoing
I am afraid of going to the get together
Kendall is well-adjusted
I am completely and utterly freaked out
Kendall is curious
I am entirely bored
Kendall is welcoming
I am afraid to ask for your name
Kendall is loud
I am trying not to curl up tight
Kendall is innocent
I am aware of what you’re saying
Kendall is nervous
I am glad you are looking
Kendall is improving
I am still confused
Kendall is succeeding
I am buried in work
Kendall is supportive
I am seething with rage
Kendall is content
I am clawing at my cage
Kendall is happy
I am lying
Kendall is sunshine
I am crying
Kendall is hopeful
I am dying
Kendall is
I am
I am about as flexible as a tree
I am about as strong as a tree
I am sleeping
I am sighing
I am crawling
I am trying
I am walking
I am flying
I am asking and growing
I am learning and knowing
I am whispering, I am creaking
I am coughing, I am speaking
I am scratching, I am scrawling
I am writing, I am drawing
I am grasping, succeeding
I am hoping and achieving
I am tearing then swearing
I am bearing then sharing
I am fearful, anxious, torn to shreds
I am joyful, soaring, back from dead
I am Kendall
She is not me
She is a creation
She is what you see
(2014)
A large number of poems that I write revolve around me dealing with what I am expected to do versus what I actually want to do and to be, and this also wraps in issues I've had with depression, as do many things that I write.
