This

by Carrie Clevenger I am a box of paradox so hard to be free gracefully to be who I am the lion eats the lamb and I see a peaceful eternity I am not money but power in each and every torturous hour a simple inoculation of revelation into the center of my gravity It’s hard to be mean as me and yet still have a heart. I’ll bet you never knew that I could kill so very kindly and that those words could tear apart your stolid beliefs A definite electrocution of pointed and repeated persecution A new disposition on my limited edition A snide remark played out between the sheets of music and me the worst drama queen I know you’ve never seen Someone as quite as contradictory and extraordinary as me. an apparition bestowed upon a grateful mind A perfect find to highlight an otherwise grey-streaked day— I don’t come any other way.