Better than Beans

I love it when
I am in the middle of the fire.
And I am not a girl or a dame or a whore or anything
I am just blazing.
And so no one cares really
Except for those
who did in the first place.
But the craven
Crowds...
They don't taunt any longer
And they don't call or whistle or
Say that I am some gal or broad or woman
I am just fire, just fine.
And then I am ashes
En-urned and then
Somehow
Someday
Reborn like a pheonix
A cliche birth to an
Extra-ordinary or maybe extraordinary
(Either way you pronounce it
Connotates two good things
And I would like to be both
So speak either one away.
And my new self
Will be happy.)
Person.
How about a being, even.
One of those human ones.
Or a kidney Or jumping Or black Or pinto Or soy --
I do envy beans sometimes.
But my new self won't be one of those
It will be
Better than Beans.