My daddy says there are two Kim’s,
The one with pen and the one without.
I told him the “Real” Kim has pen—
Where she becomes wholly herself, where she
is set free, wild, unashamed.
She is a feral cat.
The one with pen is uninhibited, excessive, wears
Too much red lipstick. When she begins to
Write, she is Lady Gaga with a different kind
Of voice. Words slide down her throat all
Day long. She has untold stories waiting
In line like consumers on Black Friday.
She is a warrior.
My daddy says the woman with pen
Should fuse with the other, should
Become one, should melt into each
Other’s arms. I guess that’s what we
All struggle to become, to be, to evolve into…
Walking into the world as broken, beautiful
Enough, and in full bloom…
Exactly as we are.