I'm Not Formed By Things That Are Of Myself Alone

My ears hear what others cannot hear Small far away things People cannot normally see are visible to me These senses are the fruits of a lifetime of longing Longing to be rescued to be completed Just as the skirt needs the wind to billow I'm not formed by things that are of myself alone I wear my father's belt tied around my mother's blouse and shoes which are from my uncle This is me Just as a flower does not choose its colour We are not responsible for what we have come to be Only once you relize this do you become free And to become adult is to become free