My Style

I am of the past and present, of the today’s as much as yesterdays, People of this world, ever changing of today, Normal as well as weird a slave as well as a free man,, stuffed with the stuff that is harsh and stuffed with the stuff that is kind, One of the cherished persons, the person, the person of many the weak the same and the strong the same, A child as a slave, An adult blind and unseeing , A teacher as a leader, a student following their ways trying to understand the complicated ways of life, A feather as weightless as air, a rock ever so heavy dragging us down til the feather begins to rise in us A girl as a women, a boy as a man making choices ever forgiving, sometimes regretting, often mistaking, A shirt as ever covering, a naked body as a blank paper covered with own stories of every person , struggle, choice covering our life under clothes A Father as protector, a mother as angel ever looking out for us with arms grasping to us and eyes open wide to see A son as a child, a daughter as a child listening learning to deal with the life in which we are handed A hand as a tissue, a foot as a stepper, wiping tears with the backs of our hands trying to stand our ground but sometimes falling farther down Comrade of jocks and outcasts.. Comrade of individuals standing for themselves, living their life Comrade of complex and simple- comrade of everything Different, changing A friend with drama, a enemy with plans, A beginner trying of new things, Of unknown info and unclear thoughts and new problem solving, though trying Not of the After Life but of the Living or those surviving , A killer, gay, or a slave … a doctor, straight, or a free man A sadist, drama creator, outcast, loving person, or popular. I don’t take life for more than I can take, And live the days as if today is my last day; And continue on til my time. The caring and the heartless are in their places, The pain I can see and the pain I can’t see are where they will stay The life I live is the life I will live