Asked to share "just one fun fact" about myself, I balk:
so many facts, so different from each other,
and each seems to put me in a box.
Why does that matter so much?
What is it about assumptions
that I don't want folks to make,
and what is it that I fear?
Am I afraid they'll write me off,
or that they won't take me seriously?
And why would I want to find something in common
with every person in the room?
Who is this child, so desperate to please?
And who is this child so desperate to please?
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