I am not these things
I have made myself from stronger substances.
Wielded my roots deeper than what you see
Shaken my hair in places you cannot return to
Screamed my feelings with words that will never be reordered in that same structure.
- I am raising my voice from sounds roaming only in my heart.
Lessons I have bore into my soul I do not share through the clothes I buy, the food I eat, and the way I do my hair.
I have been too tarnished by publicity, media, those who I thought were cooler than I should have thought, and pictures I think I comprehend.
But I know better than to believe the spackled surfaces I face to make me feel incomplete.
I am a hopeful person. I share with you, what I hold, from the engrained rings, that ripple out bergoening within my raw, capsulated, free standing, and concrete being.
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