Apr 2014
A black woman
A sister
A daughter
A graduate
A hustler
A poet
A mess
A hero
A disappointment
A make over
A second choice
A people's opinion
A ******
A Freak
A beauty
A beast*
...
Name it all.
But all these are me, woven into one neat ball with a face that wears a smile.
I Trip a million times
But a million times too, I Get up
and Once again I am fixed.
Have NO Expectations from me.
For I am only human.
I let people's judgements define me, right from mama calling me dumb,
To my mathematics teacher saying I am hopeless,
To my love thinking she deserves better than me.
But I sit, I remind myself that
I am only human.
So Far from perfect.
But on a journey to Who I Am.
A craft. Work of Hands.
Each day, a part of me is completed, made strong.
Β©The Unspoken
A sister
A daughter
A graduate
A hustler
A poet
A mess
A hero
A disappointment
A make over
A second choice
A people's opinion
A ******
A Freak
A beauty
A beast*
...
Name it all.
But all these are me, woven into one neat ball with a face that wears a smile.
I Trip a million times
But a million times too, I Get up
and Once again I am fixed.
Have NO Expectations from me.
For I am only human.
I let people's judgements define me, right from mama calling me dumb,
To my mathematics teacher saying I am hopeless,
To my love thinking she deserves better than me.
But I sit, I remind myself that
I am only human.
So Far from perfect.
But on a journey to Who I Am.
A craft. Work of Hands.
Each day, a part of me is completed, made strong.
Β©The Unspoken
As I write this, "I Am-Kirk Franklin" is playing on the background. And I am reflecting on the times I have let myself, God and the people around me down. The times I haven been able to achieve even My own goals. Times I was shut out, welcomed, cursed, blessed. But at the end of the day, I am a craft. Work of the hands that mould me each day, through experiences good and bad. I Am Built.
