i wish to be someone
other than
the person that i am
but what do
i do to change?
i search my soul
for the the right response
from myself
about myself
& the way that i should go
i want to be
worthy
but i feel
like nothing
personified
or maybe
i am so many things
at once
that i am
undescribable -
a woman in
revolution of self?
i tuck away
the failure
& insecurities
& contempt
that i feel
& in the process
lose some facets of my true self...
so strange,
so sad,
the beauty of me -
my depth
& substance
& pathos
for my brutha & sista
dwells
so deeply
within me
that perhaps my
love seems hidden
from those who seek it from me
or perhaps it is
so close
to the surface
of me
that no one
can really
see
the worth
of me -
not even me
other than
the person that i am
but what do
i do to change?
i search my soul
for the the right response
from myself
about myself
& the way that i should go
i want to be
worthy
but i feel
like nothing
personified
or maybe
i am so many things
at once
that i am
undescribable -
a woman in
revolution of self?
i tuck away
the failure
& insecurities
& contempt
that i feel
& in the process
lose some facets of my true self...
so strange,
so sad,
the beauty of me -
my depth
& substance
& pathos
for my brutha & sista
dwells
so deeply
within me
that perhaps my
love seems hidden
from those who seek it from me
or perhaps it is
so close
to the surface
of me
that no one
can really
see
the worth
of me -
not even me