i

i am not grown up yet, barely reach
the threshold for glyphs, an uptight
upright with a speck of dust hovering.
i am to you and You a mere minor:
an ell callously knifed but safe
in survival; a divided soul searching
for home to become as intended
a freestanding character
a moral champion for the self
without neither head nor tail: an
I – proud to be upright.