The Not (short poem)

No. Negative. Nae. Not going. Not doing. Not feeling. Not there. Not here. Not anywhere. Not you, not the male on the corner. Not the female in the gym. Not the fat, not the muscular, not the round, not the square, not the thin, not the anerexic. None of the above.

 

No sad, not happy. Not night or day. Not this, not that.

 

Not alternative, not underground, not mainstream, not pop. Not radio, not techno, not sound, not silence. Not anyone in my stream of consciousness. Not a ghost, not a living piece of human tissue or a flopping organism.

 

Not a wonder, not a miracle. Not a lie, nightmare or dream. Not settling, not inventing, not lazy, not innovating,. not tomorrow, not today. Not straight, nor gay.

 

Not earned, not stolen. Not burned, not broken.

 

Not fierce, not weak.

 

Not humble or meek.

 

Not one, not two. Not them, and not you.

 

Not afterwords, and not before. Not forever, not set in stone, and not real. Not fake. Just...now.

 

Just me...forever me.

 

And not you.

 

Me, the truely unique deity of the flesh. The soul of thee. Me. Forever me. Individual, defiant, black me.  

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