identity
Standing alone with nothing to hide
Free myself from all that’s inside
Giving a voice to the thoughts in my head
Sharing my secrets
With all that care to hear
We are so bent
Upon being individualist
& beautiful in our own opinion
That your expectations of natural accordance
Does not exist…
& so persistently shall we insist
That who we are is who we are…
Regardless of your brackets.
Paint my portrait in a thousand words,
In every color of my poetry.
Discard every tale you’ve ever heard
Of the perspectives that misrepresent me.