I'm Bi.*
So What?

Who am I?
I am whatever they want
me to be.
Which means I'm me,
but not me.
A different version of me.
That is what I am,
but not the version I want to be.

One. The "Church Me".
Two. The "School Me".
Three. The "Work Me".
Four. The "Home Me".
Five. The "Real Me". Who is She?
These are the versions of me.

It's so hard to stop the bleeding
together of the versions of me.
The "Church Me" would never
accept the "Real Me".
The "Work Me" would cancel out
the "School Me".
And the "Home Me",
just doesn't fit.

There's too many versions.
Too many.
I,
need to delete
the lies.
I need to
Delete, Delete, Delete, Delete
the versions of me.

Tell me.
What would happen if
one of the 'Me's' deleted was
The "Real Me"?

Who Would I Be?

I didn't fall in love with you on purpose
****, they don't call it falling in love for nothing
It's not called jumping in love
I mean, for purposes of accuracy, I didn't just go and fall in love with you
You tripped me
Everything was fine
Until you tripped me
Then I was falling
And just for a second
Before I collided face-first with reality
My God, we were flying
So no, I didn't fall in love with you on purpose
But it's no mistake that I haven't gotten up

She's never been known to talk too much
But she's not afraid to touch the ones she loves
She won't run away

She never has much to say
But when she does you don't look away
Or close your eyes
Yeah, she's a good girl
And she's been good to me

She says she's not afraid to die
But when she does, don't be afraid to cry
It's alright

She talks of life and what it means
Her voice is quiet and her words are clean
She's lost in a daydream
Yeah, she's a good girl
And she's been good to me

I wish I could always be
As good to her as she's been to me
Everyday

But I get lost and stuck sometimes
And she's the furthest thing from my mind
It's sad to say
But ****, she's a good girl
And she's been good to me

1.
Everyone wants more of them  
So, their cells (and soul) begin to multiply
Once the death sets in
They are free
These are the ones that never survive
And suddenly everything they have ever created
Means more

2.
If I could write like I am dying
I could write like I am free
But this is a lie
And nothing will suddenly
Mean more

Daddy somebody shot that man
I heard this eleven year old say
I didn't really understand at the time
I just knew a man was dead

But with the years that followed
I came to learn how much he meant
To this world in its great need
And how well that time was spent

He preached of equality he preached of peace
As he spoke of man as one
He marched his way down city streets
Facing adversity with the face of love

He was done with all the hatred
That fills so many lives
To him color was a vision
Of equality in his eyes

A life so young a life cut short
By the wicked in us all
Will you stand with me and follow him
Will you heed his righteous call

To call every man your brother
The way Martin Luther King Jr. did
To keep the vision of this visionary alive
A reality in which all mankind should live

I know you're strong.
A force to be embraced and not confined.
I can't grasp you,
You're too powerful.
But I can lay here with you and enjoy your fury.
I can wait for you to move me...

You are a hurricane
I feel your force and I know that you can cause damage.
I do not question your abilities, but I push your boundaries.
I want to hear you crash on my shore and pour down upon me.
Break me.
Don't hold back.
Show me what your made of.