I do not have to tell you not to notice me. Your eyes rest, and then skim right by ...my features barely holding a place in your mind. Sometimes I like it that way... ...but sometimes I wish to have some sort of... relevance in your life in your hopes in your dreams... Sometimes I wish I wasn't so irrelevant to you... -IrisMaddenPoetry
I sometimes wonder if I am noticed by strangers, the way I sometimes notice strangers..
Can you see me, or are you blind? Maybe I am just an image of your mind? I think I'm lost, waiting to be found Stuck in these chains forever bound Can you see me yet, or is it too late? I should've took your hand, next time I won't hesitate Can you see me yet, will you set me free? I'll see my very soul, If that's the fee Please see me, I miss the way you'd glance I'd shine even better if you gave a second chance Just one look, a glimpse from your eyes Will give me the feeling of being alive I'm willing to place it all on a single bet Just tell me if you can see me yet?
This poem is for those who are shadows in peoples lives. The "little" people who just want people to know, they aren't useless.
Are they paying attention? Do they notice how I Avoid them? Do they catch me staring? Do they spy the way I walk? Do they hear the way I talk? Did they see my little freak outs? Did they watch the way I waved? Are they paying attention? Do they stare without shame? I want them to notice. I want them to see. I want them care enough To catalog it in their brains. I want them to comment. I want them to speak. I want them to like me enough To say what's on their minds.
Are you paying attention? Do you notice how I Avoid you? Do you catch me staring? Do you spy the way I walk? Do you hear the way I talk? Did you see my little freak outs? Did you watch the way I waved? Are you paying attention? Do you stare without shame? Could you?
I told that when I came out of my mother's womb I was singing. I was told that I whenever I talk I speak as if I'm telling a story. When I tried out for every solo in middle school and never got it. Notice: That never stopped me from singing. When my best friend ignored my words of wisdom, or told me she didn't get it. Notice: That never stopped me from writing. Those plenty of times I've sprained my ankle or was too weak to run another mile. Notice: It never stopped me from running. I'm stubborn and that could be a good thing and a bad thing. I was told by my own family "Shut up, no one cares." Notice: That didn't stop me from having a voice. I was afraid to go outside because I was afraid I'd need an ambulance. Notice: I still went outside. See when I was a baby I never tried new things. I didn't take risks. But I was told that when I came out of my mother's womb I was singing. Singing to the heavens, singing to the sky, singing all the angel's goodbye. Notice: Nothing has ever stopped me from believing in myself.
This is a story of me. And I hope my poetry will and stories will teach someone someday.