Giving Up – arts, ink.

Am I the story with broken chapters

Riddled with typos

Contradictions and plot holes?

Do I have creased corners

On crinkled pages?

Molded over dusty desks

Marked by finger swipes

Do spiders make their homes on my surface?

Stretch their webs around bookshelves?

Bending by the weight

Of my words

I'm a black woman, a classically trained oboist, a self-taught composer, and an introspective poet trying to comprehend my thoughts.