Too many last nights were promised to be the last time,

But didn't it feel good?

Too many small lights freckles the frame of my face,

And I would do it again.

Too many times I have overslept,

I dream things I will never write about.

Too many poems, 

I have turned into scripts.

And it was worth it.

Because I saw people on stage,

the ones I created.

And I saw people in chairs,

The ones that enjoyed it.

And i revel in the friction between their palms.

Because they make me feel awesome. 

 

My two mothers are now legally married, 

And i didn't have to write about it.

Didn't have to dream.

Isn't that awesome?

And they raised kids that want more for themselves,

Isn't that awesome?

And my little sister has more moral values than a monk.

Ain't that awesome?

And I graduated number eight. 

But I don't feel awesome.

I have so much more to do, and so much more to achieve.

My skin complexion sometimes leaves me at a disadvantage. 

Can they not see fight in my melanin.

The determination in these black orbs.

The perseverance in the twist of my hair.

Texas A&M is not ready for this.

And thats awesome.

An English and Theatre major with something say,

Something to show. 

I will write about it.

Show you what it looks like.

Having that power is:

Awesome