I'm fine,

I'm confident,

I'm mine

not the government's.

I'm nine

plus ten and intelligent.

I shine

in success and achievement.

No line

dividing me from me, bereavement.

No brine

coating my face, prominent.

I dine

with capability, competent.

I twine

art, extravagant.

My sign

reads "eloquent".

A vine

grows within me, excellent.

It's time

I became dominant,

It's time

I became independent,

It's time

I ripped my lips, sewn shut by my own hands,

bloodied and sore, red lands,

letting my lizard-long tongue pull through,

02:22.

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Random, Fun Fact: I Finished Writing this poem at 02:22