Defined By Strangers

I am the blank space In a soon-to-be text. I am the void in people’s head Of who I am. A sight to admire But never touch. I am black. Tall. I am fragile? I am small? I am Weak? Am I Weak? I AM Strong. I AM Right. I AM. . . Wrong? Am I Wrong? Wrong about what? I am who I SAY I am. Not a blank canvas. Not some projection. I bleed. I speak. I talk less and listen more. I am an open book. Pages Riddled with contradiction. I see me You See Fiction.