Greetings! Welcome to another component of Project 27. I think we’re at poem four or five by now (Totally lost track and too lazy to go see how many at this second.) Today’s poem is called Broken.
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Broken
By Daniel Ottalini
I am not broken
I am not someone to pity
So what if my words
Don’t always match
What I mean
What I want
What I say
My numbers may jumble
But my soul is fine
It sings to the tune
Of Spanish soap operas
Siestas and fiestas and fresh café
And roasted chili with lime
My brain
Give it time to
Act
Think
Plan
Do
Receive what you are saying
As you teach me
And I teach you
So yes I can
I can do that
I can multiply and divide and add and subtract
And draw pretty cats
But most of all
I am not
Broken
I am not something to fix
To glue back together
In a polyglot mix
To pray over
Or ignore
I am stronger than I was before
Smarter than you’ll ever know
When you thought I was
Broken
Modern Papyrus 