I am simply a repetition A crow, echo, or twin My nose is a copy and not my own Yet i’m myself, this self is all me
I share a blue pond which we both swim together I'm a good shot without any fear A robins spotted feathers cover my arms It's not unusual to refer to a bird (I am the blackbird)
Books on books words on words I’ll write lyrics across my wall Drawn magic across my hands and legs Magic not left upon my face
A hand lonely needs someone in which it could harm Like skin, wood, rubber, or nose I am feminine though I grow out my hairs Gorgeous (even when plain)
To have a castle, and shamrocks Pick one out as lucky as I Four like my arms and also my legs As Well as being overbeared ~ Lee of 2022
Written in 2022, based on Walt Whitmans song of herself.