"identity"
Gentle, mild, and meek.
Human-strong and weak.
A mask to hide away the pain.
Hard to live with shame.
Good person, good friend.
A ? mark; never seen through to the end.
Chivalry is dead and so is the “good
Samaritan” act.
In this world today, it’s a true, proven fact.
Humble; a little pride, determination is my drive.
If I want things to get better for me,
hope burns on the inside.
Reserved and I move at my own pace.
Steady and slow, less consequences to face.
This is my life; pathetic as it is.
It’s the only one I have; not urs, theirs, hers or his.
I know who I am.
I have too much respect for myself and body; forever condemned.
So if u ask me,
“Who are u and what I am?
I’ll smile and say,
“For I am Poetry!”
Profound, misunderstood, and a lifelong mystery.
Copyright © Jasmine Mcghee | Year Posted 2008
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