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Who Am I?


Dear WHO AM I

 

I don’t want to answer your question any more

I’m done with

Stereotypes

Rules

And authoritative figures

When I was younger

You hung over my head like a for sale sign

 

You were tall, but limpy

Barely breathing from all

Your lies

 

If I wanted to be defined I would sit at a desk

And write every detail of my life

via my mother's distorted mind

 

I don’t want you anymore

 

I refuse to be

Seen through your dark blue eyes

 

WHO AM I

 

Can you please go away

I know many people who sit in the dark at night pondering

The Future

As if the future was down the street

Two feet behind them

Around the corner

Or a sudden stop on a devils death train

 

If the world stopped spinning

 

or

 

People couldn’t breathe

 

Do you know the one thing on their mind

It wouldn’t be I might be dead; It's, What’s next?

 

Our brains never stop calculating like we’re a machine

Our thoughts are like ions

They keep going until it hits something else


 

We think of the future

that thought becomes  

What is the future

 

Who will I be

 

Will I make a difference

 

Am I going to hell or heaven

 

I mean, dag

 

Who Am I, can we stop playing your chest game

with nondescriptive words

and untold hero stories

 

My mother never allowed me to breathe between

Doctor, lawyer, scientists and bread maker

I never got to answer the big question

 

No, Will you marry me?

 

The bigger question

 

WHO AM I

 

After being pushed into a box of leather straps and metal tape

I, for one, will never let a question define who I will be

 

This is my journey

 

If the streetlight turns red then it's my time to take a breather

If the mouse gives me the cheese then I’ll make it into cheddar

 

Dear WHO AM I

I wish you a final farewell because unlike others

I am not a sucker of unwanted attention

I seek to love myself and not fall for the future me

 

When I finally meet you

I hope to show you

That although you have sat at the edge of my amygdala

I never thought for a few moments that you

Really could help me

 

WHO AM I, say hello to

Future me, I hope you never miss me

 
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