Something More
Created: 06/13/2005
Endless facts and numbers reveal of me,
nothing.
I am more than a teenage girl, soon to be fifteen in age,
I am more than an Asian,
and those of related culture, assume I'm Chinese.
But I'm not.
I'm more than just a Korean who likes spicy foods,
there has to be something more.
I close my eyes, as I often do
and clear my mind so I can see the darkness,
and the web of thoughts that fade and shimmer out.
My mind is still filled with ideas that need to be put
down on paper.
My pen magically creates poems that make no sense at all.
Closing my eyes again, I feel myself drifting, dreaming
and awaken to the cries of the seagulls and the smell of ocean salt.
Pulled back into reality with the urgency of a paper
of endless facts and numbers,
I still wonder...
shouldn't there be something more?
This poem was also for my summer school writing class.
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