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For I Am


they say that adaptation in its prime is simply

assimilation

or admiration .

but I see things as they are and not for how they will be

 

and what this is,

what they are-- is damnation.

 

I will not lose myself and become something that I am not

because my hair makes you

'uncomfortable'

 

and my smile makes you

'uncomfortable'

 

and my unwavering confidence

in all things that are me makes you

'uncomfortable'

 

you cannot

no you will not

put me in this box

you will not write me off as some unnecessary thing

 

you cannot

no you will not

make feel less than I am

 

I will not adapt

I will not assimilate

but you can admire

who and what I am

as I am

for I am

 
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