No box to tick

Don’t try and define me

In your definition of me I will not be found

I do not fit in a box of containment

I have not four equal sides

I have jagged edges

Extending in directions of their own

In new directions I find unexpected strength

For they are the direction of mine only

The contradictions are marvellous

Imprinting individual marks

The makeup of wonderment

A changeable and expanding soul

Searching the sphere for contentment

The body vessel does not define

For it is a spiritual quest to fulfill

A sense that is intangible

But as real as you and I

-Camille Delaquise

This poem appears in Behind the Facade, Camille’s debut contemporary poetry collection. No box to tick speaks to the irreducible complexity of identity — rejecting confinement, easy labels and imposed definitions in favour of a self that is fluid, contradictory and spiritually alive.

This poem is available as a contemporary poetry print on textured recycled card.

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