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How I Embrace My Etcetera
I am that dot dot dot you keep repeating
I’m a little etcetera
not extra just eccentric enough
that dot dot dot you keep seeing
removing, adding, completing
am I ever quite completed?
Satisfaction is never a guarantee
it’s a commodity
to be sold, repealed, replayed
See, my mother told me
no one will ever get you like we do,
I’m too much of this
the extra
I’m grateful for that grace
of being raised on the outside
always looking in
knowing I’m strange
knowing I’m the other
the I don’t give a fuck
people say you need to wait
slough your way through muck
to wear that sign
on your face
of not caring what others think
why would I care when
I can’t be compared
I am your dot dot dot
that exclamation point
always astounding and confounding
but you can’t help but to use
in your daily punctuation
because it’s too much fun
to scream out your words
and embrace my Etcetera.
