I am the Elephant in the Room

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You don’t know me.
You REALLY don’t know me.
Yes, you know my name,
and my job title,
and my favorite color.
But those things are as
much of who ME is
as an eyelash is the whole Elephant.

There is an Elephant that is ME.
And you have picked up her eyelash, examined it, and exclaimed,
“Oh look, an elephant!”
“Now I know what an elephant is!”
You DON’T know me
And yes, I could tell you all about me
about the wrinkles along the Elephant’s swayback
and about last year when her
herd was attacked by poachers,

but I don’t want to

do I have to

If I don’t want to let you in,
I simply won’t.
I have that prerogative.

Just because you know
my favorite color,
my job title,
and my name
doesn’t mean you know ME.

Don’t make that presumption.

What you know about me
is one sentence of one chapter on one page
of ME.

You don’t know me.