The Man

I think I have always written off how creative I am,

I thought that my smarts made me the man.

But I am not a man.

I do not want to be a man.

I want to dance (I cannot).

I want to sing (I cannot).

I draw (not well).

I write (barely).

I want to fly.

Maybe I am the man.

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