SEE ME
I wrote a poem for a slam that occurred Saturday night. I overcame the fear of sharing a piece of myself - a page in my coveted journal - to ~200 women (and maybe 3 or so men). I actually write more poetry then I give myself credit; most go unpublished. This is one I’ll share.
I wanted you to SEE ME.
Feel me through your eyes. Breathe me in your heart.
I flew high; I flew alone.
I glanced back at my empty hand. The one you never grabbed.
The Sun Devil gently kissed my wings.
I couldn’t be saved; didn’t want it.
You never caught me; you didn’t try.
You watched the tumble, pointed a finger. Threw the stone.
The hole was dug - shame. Self-destruction.
You pushed me; I stayed.
All deserving - you led me to believe.
Sadness. Hatred. Disappointment.
I breathed that energy. Taking possession. Shaping it.
This.Anger.Is.My.Shine.
The glowing orb burns within me. Steals my breath. Feeds from me.
Fuel my strength. My confidence. This unfiltered mouth.
The shine propels me forward. Gets me to the start.
every.Fucking.day.
Head up, shoulders back. My feet, screwed into the earth.
Who am I?
I am you. Grateful for the blessing of negativity.
Look at me. SEE ME.
