Call me anything but
Call me anything but polite,
For you have not seen my times of spite—
You have not seen my abrupt mornings,
Or my dinner-less nights.
Call me anything but selfish
Because I have sacrificed a whole life, I’ve given
Many nights since losing myself to find
You.
Call me anything but smart—
All I know is what you have never questioned,
And the answers I would never share.
Call me anything but ugly,
Trust me,
A shawty knows the time and place to slay—
And I often carry many faces throughout the day.
Call me anything but sensitive—
I can’t help but hear, see, touch, taste
And smell the shit others have been through.
I am only home to the nomads,
Seek to strengthen those without clones,
Or hearts to belong to.
Call me anything but a loner,
For I have only found the I in team,
Even when I did not have one.
Call me anything but loving,
For there are times
I feel only wrath to those
That have raised me.
Call me anything but fearless
For there are monsters under my bed,
I have not dared to meet—
Somehow I’d wish to keep a secret.
Call me anything but crazy,
For I have called myself this all along—
Convinced from the uninterrupted dawns to nights
I have talked myself from my head, out of the red,
And back to the ride.
Call me anything but strong,
For I wouldn’t know what you meant.
I can lift myself from the ledge,
But not a car from a bridge—
Nor a child from a fire
But I can admit I have problems
That I allow to limit my power.
Call me anything but alive,
I am convinced this is not living
I have learned to survive in captivity—
In hopes of dying safely.
Call me anything but paranoid,
For I was raised by a mother,
Who learned everything from no one--
And was saved by none other.
Call me anything but a hippie,
For there are drugs I have not tried yet—
I actually prefer my wood to have a green head,
And not the last name of something bred from greed.
Call me anything but weird,
I have only chosen to authentically skip through lives,
Stand for myself—
And kneel for rights.
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