I Am Made Of...
I am made of death, life, death again, and everything inbetween...
the laughs the smiles and feelings yet to be seen...
I am made of hate and anger and things that reach obscene...
I am made of blood & tears and all my fears,
overgrown and renamed throughout the years...
I am made of culture, wisdom and background,
set in stone for me to be, way before I was even born as me...
I am made of what you call "poor," and others "rich."
subjective from person to person,
no telling where is which...
I am made of girls who've played me
and the girls i've played.
Friends who've saved me and friends betrayed...
I am made of being lonely in a world of billions,
and being content in a room of one...
I am made of my virginity and the day that it was no longer mine...
I am made of memories subconscius,
and those who harrass my mind.
That is what I am made of
and with that I am fine.
Copyright © Raul Gonzalez | Year Posted 2005
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