sometimes i’m glad to be me. 

sometimes i like looking in the mirror

picking out clothes for my almost average life

in my almost average town

where the almost average christmas lights

stay up all the average year round. 

 

sometimes i like looking the mirror

with the person that looks back

smiling wide in the cute shirt i’m wearing

but my head is saying, 

“girl, you can’t afford that.”

 

the person that looks back can sing a different song

so if you find yourself agreeing

then come and sing along

 

sometimes i look in the mirror

on a monday morning

check my hair

my glasses

my face

and close the door without a warning

 

but ill look into the same mirror

on a thursday afternoon and wonder

why on monday i brought the thunder

 

or why that shirt made me smile

or why i can’t contain myself

all the while

why i can’t figure out most normal things

is when my heart begins to sing

 

sometimes i’m not glad to be me

in my un-average awkward life

tall but not tall enough

pretty but not pretty enough

woke but not woke enough

 

in my un-average life i struggle to find balance

between things that matter 

and things that i don’t care about

 

things that matter depend on me

that’s what this poem is about

i know half of you really aren’t listening to me

it’s ok, i’m used to being drowned out. 

 

but where i stand, 

do you think that i like being the center of attention?

just because the color of my skin makes

me seem hateable and not knowledgable?

white but not white enough. 

south but not southern enough. 

 

how am i drowned out when millions of minorities

around the world seem lost somehow

i find the words and put them together now

with binding them together and finding my voice

you’ve left me no other choice

but to keep on writing so i can make a point

to keep on writing to tell you something up in this joint. 

 

i’m just me

i’m not amazing or crazy

i’m not a snake or a snitch

i’m funny and sometimes lazy

but some people think i’m a...

 

kind of cool person who is trying to make sure you know

that there are other people around you so

 

please take the time to listen to slammers here

and maybe realize why some people live in fear

of going to another day

of getting called names just for being gay

 

some people already seem to be agreeing with me

some people aren’t going to be able to see

i’m sorry if i made you mad

but art is something that gets a message across, not just some new fad. 

 

i think some of this stuff is long overdue,

like oprah’s speech, and hashtag me too,

who am i to judge? i’m just a teen,

just trying to survive, if you know what i mean

i smash some words together and use rhymezone dot com,

and it’s not like i’m dropping a huge atom bomb. 

 

in my poems, i get off topic

but it seems like a flow of consciousness

in reality i’m just microscopic

but at least i’m not filled with carelessness

 

now back to one small subject at hand,

the most beautiful girl in all the land,

is the girl that you see in the mirror today. 

so try and maybe to make this okay. 

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