What To Expect

I'm not a poet 
Or a writer
I'm not a dancer
Or a necromancer
I am not a musician
Or an esthetician
Not really blessed 
One way or the other
Some address me
As him, some as her
I shrug that off mostly
With a "whatever,
Fuck it, life is short 
I won't be here forever"
Nevertheless
Despite my doubts
And all my fears
I consider myself 
Lucky to be here
Fully aware that
I am just another 
flawed human being
Sometimes I cry and
Sometimes I sing
Trying to free up and 
release what I find
Taking too much
space in my mind