Why I Write, Part x+238: Survival of the Fittest

I do not need to be known or called.

I am neither my name nor a rapper, after all.

I have an entire drawer full of names.

They're disposable. Though different,

That makes them the same.

Marshall is probably Shady sometimes,

But I've never even felt Sarah Valentine.

I do not need approval or love.

I am not my source of funding.

I do not, in fact, need anything

That can easily be found in a wallet.

My species has managed to persist

Through grinding poverty,

Through indecent exposure,

Through deliberate obstruction.

My rough crossings are marked for me.

My hands are light and my right foot heavy

With the knowledge that they shall pass.