Honestly,

 

Don’t act like I’ve ever been okay.

Because it’s in the smile when I’m angry

The straight lips you demanded when you couldn’t take more

The obedience you looked for

It’s all in me 

and it is me

and it isn’t me

 

And I’m not sure how to be because of that

 

Or how to act, and how not to act and just be

Me?


I’m not sure who you’re talking to.

Who do you want?

Me or the creation?

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world

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