Every line has a beginning and a end
Every square has corners and finishes
Yet I refused to be defined
I am one of the chosen circles
Undefined by time and space
Lost in translation and definition
No one word says who I am
No start, no finish
Rather a continuous bout
I am one of God's chosen vessels
Complete and whole
I am one of God's chosen people
Delivered from his soul
Who am I?
What makes you special?
Resounding questions
Unspoken words
Etched in the minds of the simple
Nothing sets me like the rest
No one knows who I am
Never confined to this dimmension
I am undefinable to all
Never to be limited by boundaries
Never to be imaged by a name
Lips unscathed by evil
An effortless, timeless dame
Infamy
Notoriety
None of these can satisfy my aptitude
Change my attitude
Assist my altitude
Who am I?
Who are you?
Why are you a prisoner of mankind?
A picture of conformity and normality
I am merely who I am meant to be
A child
A woman
A student
A leader
Maybe used to describe
All to them but not of one
Yet
It's never that simply
So in my ascent to greatness
I shall simply be
UNDEFINED!
Much Love,
Nella
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