Human.

I’m human, I’m human,
I wanted to scream,
from the top of my lungs,
in the depths of this dream,
or nightmare,
or vision,
only God knows for sure,
I’m human, I’m human,
and there is no cure.
No potion, no tonic, no drug left to take,
I’m human. I’m human,
the perfect mistake,
or lesson, or riddle, or catch 22,
I’m human, I’m human,
not so unlike you,
or him, or her,
or them over there,
I’m human, I’m human,
with big, purple hair,
or five hundred earrings,
or secondhand clothes,
I’m human, I’m human,
and sometimes it shows.

Written, 1994
Teri Skultety



Categories: National Poetry Month, Poetry