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+---
+category:
+- Poem
+ratings: G
+date: 2018-04-01
+type: post
+tags:
+- Gender
+- Poetry
+title: Somehow, she's me
+---
+
+<div class="verse">
+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.
+</div>