Emptiness defines who I am, it separates you from me
You're happy and I'm sad
You're smart I'm dumb
You're short I'm tall
You're pretty I'm ugly
I look into the mirror and hate who staring back at me.
Brown Skin, Brown Hair, Thick Thighs, Pretty Eyes.
These things define who I am.
Nice legs, nice smile, nice body, nice size.
Yet I still ask: Who am I?
You're the light that shines
The heart that's never broken, the wind beneath people's wings
I hear the voices get louder and the thoughts start to tower.
There's no peace, no passion
I have no superpower and there's no world to devour
And I still ask who am I?
YOU ARE READING
the notes in my notebook
Non-Fictionso I write a lot of books and now I'm ready to share my poetry on my page, so I hope you enjoy it 🫶🏽
