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Poem: The Space I Take Up

 

i am water.

cascading / ebbing / flowing / rippling

 

my body is not

a straight line-

but the ocean was never

designed to be straight.

 

my legs don’t always 

have space between them,

but even the ocean is not

always kissing the shore. 

 

i don’t know why,

when i think

of myself, 

i always come back

to the ocean

 

but just as

the tide relentlessly insists

on coming back

to the shore,

 

i continue returning

to this metaphor.

 

i am

the ocean.

 

i swell. and

i shrink.

 

but-

does the ocean 

apologize 

for the space it consumes?

 

if so, i

have never heard it. 

 

has the sun ever

refused to shine

on the surface of the

water?

 

maybe, but

not in my presence.

 

so i continue

bringing myself

into the light.

 

i deserve to be seen.

in my ebbs and

my flows.

 

i deserve to be seen.

even when my mind

tells me differently. 

 

i deserve to be seen.

despite my tendency

to seek the background.

 

so,

maybe this is why

i always run home 

to the sea.

 

after all,

how can one

quantify the ocean?

 

how can one measure,

explain,

define

this global body

of raging water?

 

if i don’t have to explain

the ocean,

i don’t have to explain 

myself.

 

for as long as the ocean

continues to take up

space,

 

so will i.

marin poleshek

hi! my name is marin, and i am a rising senior at homewood high school. i love to read, write, run, bake, and hike. my favorite color is forest green, and i am currently obsessed with kombucha and ranch fries:)

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