Uniquely Perfect (n = 1)
With confusion
and slight disdain
you label me
“an enigma”.
The word wrapped
in resentment.
I do not fit
nicely
into the box
you created.
Your mental catalogue
disrupted,
unorganized.
You see
a random collection.
Bits and bobs.
To me,
each piece
precious.
A unique purpose.
I won’t abandon
my beloved pieces
to appease you.
