I want teeth
longer than my fingers
and claws longer than those
and I want stars on my cheeks
and sunbeams tangled in my hair

I want to smile at strangers on the street
with a bounce in my step
and I want to intimidate
to freeze hearts
I want to awe

I want the guts
to be capable of filleting an idea
as it flips and squirms in my hands
while maintaining a mind
as open as the ocean

I want to burn
and destroy
and I want to build
and create worlds

I want to finish this poem
and I never want it to end
—  A.O.A.M. || Am I a Mess of Contradictions or Am I Just Closed Minded
And you looked at me up and down and told me that I was not the same person as I was last year. And instead of feeling. And instead of feeling bad about that like I was supposed to, I smiled. Because damn right, I am not the same person I was last year. And next year, I will not be the same person I am today. Because people change, people grow; people are not concrete objects that they stay the same as the cracks get deeper and more numerous. If you want to be something, you go be it. Do not let anyone, hold you back, especially the person you were yesterday.
—  Anonymous