BLINDED

Crack open those eyes and spot your eyes on me.
Listen to the words that echoes when I ask you what do you see.
You say IMANI look deeper as I take my glasses off so you can admire the brown skin of a person of  worth let alone something without worth too foolish to realize.
Look beyond me that you recognize the skeleton of me.
That builds me .
Keeps me stable to stand so tall that on a  pedestal is what people view from such a high angle that they expect me to not want to fall and lose it all .
You hear  my heart make a powerful beat
the sounds of brokenness  filled under the world's pressure and heat.
What do I represent
a sister, a FRIEND, a daughter ,a student ,a inspiral ,a leader, a fighter, a hero
Those lies that stick on my face looking on the outside that you forget what's underneath the image everyone sees.
But for once take the time to erase that and see me for me.
A  person a human being not a robert that seems to make no mistakes a person who can install the knowledge of the humanity of this place.
Someone so perfect that my flaws might not be revealed but disguise .
A  dreamer and a believe with such big hopes to succeed but I wonder who am I trying to be.
The person I want to be or the person everyone wants me to be.
I look at the world as a mirror that shows the truth but we are all so afraid to look at  reality in the eyes
that we hide and continue to stay blind .
Forgetting that the mirror only reflects what you have inside
that's what you are !
The person you choose not to be.
Sometimes I wonder who are you seeing and ask yourself is it me .....
I'm crippled and I have no strength to rise again that I was held by my title
the star the, overachiever that I felt that if I was that person it  would complete me.
But I'm just a tower of boxes that beginning to lean
and one more box I stack trying to find what's me
only to fall down back to the starting board of what I needed to be.
Strike one and strike two  comes 3 feeling defeated and having nothing to look forward to.
To not have an expression read my face
I have to look above all this because there's no time to waste once you
are look at and talked about and judge that you have to be on it at all times.
That you lose the time for yourself 
The moment you  show weakness they will assume that you don't got what it takes
something you worked years for can be gone at the snaps of the fate
Once you reach the top you have to prove that you are meant to be there
A  person with potential and the determination like me so overwhelmed that I learned to survive under those waves that drowns me.
People say and point at me when they see the redness in my eyes
I will never stop until what I see is no longer covered but you can discover the nakedness of the real me.
I'm blind and the whole world is too.
They only see the  surface but don't think everyone has the depth.
Every camera and story someone takes the time to make doesn't define you
WE all need to open those eyes and take the chance to analysis the person you're meant to be and the only person who had the ability is me...
No longer blind
now I will show the world and they will see....
This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world

Comments

powerful.imani

SOMETIME PEOPLE THINK THERE IMAGE AND WHAT PEOPLE EXPECT THEM TO BE BECOMES SOMETHING THEY HAVE TO BE .THEY SEAT YOU ON A PEDESTAL AND THEY FORGET YOU ARE A HUMAN BEING .THEY FORGET YOUR VOICE ,THEY SEE WHAT YOU DO AND POINT OUT EVERY FLAW.BUT WHEN YOU'RE BLINDED YOU FORGET HOW TO SEE YOURSELF  WITH YOUR OWN EYES AND LET OTHERS SHOW YOU THE REFLECTION THEY WANT YOU TO BE .IT'S A MATTER OF TIME UNTIL YOU WANT TO LOSE IT ALL IN ORDER TO CAPTURE YOURSELF .

Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda

Powerful expression. Always let poetry fill your life. Keep expressing your heart.  

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