being me
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Today I’m talking about the experience of growing
It’s hard. Learning to evolve. Learning to be strong
But I am vital. I am loved. And today, I am glowing.
A constricted heart,
A lonely cry,
The broken parts,
All want to die.
A lone tear,
Falls down my cheek,
Overwhelming fear,
Makes me weak.
I shake against my binds,
I'm not perfect
I don't have the perfect figure
I don't wear weave
I don't wear makeup
Sorry I'm not perfect
I'm me
I'm slim, very slim
I have locs, and they're unruly
Polo and Silk,
dark-skinned and coffee-colored eyes,
Terell Kenneth Lewis
Levels the tux
Upon his chest.
Momma, openly nostalgic
of the times of living on her own
Don't ask me if I want to be X.
I will be what I desire.
If I wanted to be a boy,
Don't you think I would be?
If I wanted to be a musician,
Then that wouldn't be a mystery.
If I wanted to be skinny
I could have been anyone
Even the person you wanted me to be
I would say I’m sorry
So sorry for being Me
So let’s go back to the beginning
You ask me,
If [I] were a word in the dictionary and someone flipped to [my] page, what would they find there? Essentially, what makes [me]…[me]? How did [I] become the person [I am] today?
I am thoughts yet I am not,For how could thoughts be made to walk?How could thoughts be ones to speakWhen no lips they have to seal?People talk and people sayThoughts are what we are these days.
You think you know me
But are you inside me?
Do you see the world from my point of view?
Think my thoughts, feel my feelings?
You say you’ll always be there
Listen to me
As if you really care
So many things flow through my head
Every morning
Like pulling the blankets on
Rather than off
Gotta cover up
That ugly attitude
So my momma won’t see
Better cover up
My hot, sexy shoulder
