Becomes you [poem]

The music you listen to
Makes you, becomes you.
The words you write
Turn into the bones that support you.
The colours of your life
Are more of who you are than
Your name,
Your passport,
Your CV or ID or internet IP.
So when I meet somebody new,
and they ask me, who are you?
I just cut open my arm to bleed,
and show them the colour of my blood, the hardness of my bones, the strength of my arteries.


Lydia Cockerham is a writer. She makes a living writing copy for businesses, and doesn’t make a living writing fiction, poetry or pop culture criticism.

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