Poetry One
What can I be, I guess I need a word
To hold onto
A concept
An idea
There is nothing
There needs to be something
Me
What is me?
Who is me?
I look in the mirror
That hairstyle revealed it
Completely
What was there all along
My female side
Now you see it, don't you?
Yea... You say what?
Ha! Ha!
Well...
That is me
I feel great...
I'm actually cute?
Cool thanks. What's that? How it's called?
It...
I don't know, it's just me, I was born like that
It
Which from my projection
Or my reflection
And where is reality?
One day I'm cute the other ugly...
I am the wanderer, just needed to flee
Nowhere to go and what people think of me
Like a mirror, I project and they reflect
Thus in between, reality may erect
I feel the breeze in my hair, and pearls of sweat
Moisten my temples while drops run down my neck
Somewhere in this mist is me, I'm reaching it,
Touching it, a smile to that dude clocking me
Just keep that book on my head, don't give a sh!t
Anyways. Ha! Can't you see you're making me?
I'm using you to be, keep looking at me
I just love it and now just tell me honey
What did you really think and won't dare to say?
I'll just wander this way, you go on your way
Maybe some other day
You'll get used to it
Epilogue
My story is not the real story
I was thrown into that body
My body is not the real me
Whatever you may see
I try to be in your reality
But I'm not the one you see
So tell me how could my story
Be a real story?
Filtered perception pleas
I have no choice but to flee
Here's me
What do you see?
English is not my 1st language, please tell me if I stretched English grammar too much :)
The things have got to change
It ain't my body, it's the world
With more than these two doors
We're not on the same grid
I say the things have got to change
And I'm not here to cause trouble
Rather it's how you see, 'cause
I'm not a shaken up. So then a why are you?
Can you explain? Can we discuss?
Whatever I call myself, however I present
Any way that you see me, and even if you don't
The sun is still free for you and me
And I intend to be
Will drag you into
Is what I'll do
I say the things have got to change
That's what I'll do
And now like this, can you see me?