This is me
I am from the wet and sticky.
I was born in the water, yet, somehow I ended up in the mud.
I am from the hopeful cooing's of my sisters,
From the moment when they had held me up,
They said 'you will be king'
They must have forgotten about the Fan...
As I raised my hands towards that light,
The sounds I heard in my head became the steady and rapid chop of the blades of disappointment and failure breaking upon my skin
I am from the school of Hard Knocks,
The place where you were kicked down,
In the fork of your legs ,
Until the moment when you become that which you ultimately feared...
One of them.
I am from the Pool where my grandpa's favor gave me the chance to learn, to swim, and to breath.
I am from that walk on the shores of my birth, where the Geese lined up in flocks to usher in a greeting to their new king.
I am from her arms.
Where finally she says:
'You are enough'
'You. Are. Enough.'
This is me
I am from that little seed of doubt,
Forever ingrained upon my mind,
Picked at like the pieces of bread on the sidewalk,
I am from hesitation, and fear.
I am from walking forward.
I am from tomorrow,
And today.
I am from my mother, who never had the time.
I am from my father, who was no where to be found.
I am from being lost,
In the store and fearing that I had not only lost myself,
But lost the only way back home that I knew.
I am from being scooped up by my grandfather, and my grandmother.
I am from the mirror that would show the tears streaking down my face.
I am from the finger that would point at me and say:
'This is you.
Don't ever be afraid.
Don't ever be ashamed.'
This is me.
Mar 31, 2014
Mar 31, 2014 at 7:42 PM UTC
This is me
I am from the wet and sticky.
I was born in the water, yet, somehow I ended up in the mud.
I am from the hopeful cooing's of my sisters,
From the moment when they had held me up,
They said 'you will be king'
They must have forgotten about the Fan...
As I raised my hands towards that light,
The sounds I heard in my head became the steady and rapid chop of the blades of disappointment and failure breaking upon my skin
I am from the school of Hard Knocks,
The place where you were kicked down,
In the fork of your legs ,
Until the moment when you become that which you ultimately feared...
One of them.
I am from the Pool where my grandpa's favor gave me the chance to learn, to swim, and to breath.
I am from that walk on the shores of my birth, where the Geese lined up in flocks to usher in a greeting to their new king.
I am from her arms.
Where finally she says:
'You are enough'
'You. Are. Enough.'
This is me
I am from that little seed of doubt,
Forever ingrained upon my mind,
Picked at like the pieces of bread on the sidewalk,
I am from hesitation, and fear.
I am from walking forward.
I am from tomorrow,
And today.
I am from my mother, who never had the time.
I am from my father, who was no where to be found.
I am from being lost,
In the store and fearing that I had not only lost myself,
But lost the only way back home that I knew.
I am from being scooped up by my grandfather, and my grandmother.
I am from the mirror that would show the tears streaking down my face.
I am from the finger that would point at me and say:
'This is you.
Don't ever be afraid.
Don't ever be ashamed.'
This is me.
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