I am not made out of stone nor am I made from glass

I cannot freeze my feelings to imitate the fossils that are so deeply embedded into that hard hard ground

Nor will I crack away into tiny pieces of delirium with whatever sharper tool of the shed you use to break the news to me

I am not a cold statue of clay that was molded into whatever model cast emotions the artist envisioned me to be

Do not peg me as a far-sided looking glass that should emulate the very hurt on your own face

I am but a not-so complex caste of DNA and gene pools that stretches to several generations deep

I cry, laugh, hurt…hurt…hurt…hurt and laugh again 

My mind is always riddled with soulful expertise in all what life has taught me

My body…wear and tear

My heart, shiny bright pumping me full of rage running through my veins and back again

Pumping me full of hate…hate of the situation hatred for the cliche’s that make things feel like home again

There is a comfort to that.

I am so crazed with anger and sadness but my secret passion is joy, love, and understanding

I am not stone nor glass

I just am

— ©Jessica Rodriguez