A Day in the Life of the Human Race (Poetry Volume I)

Here I Am

Here I am.

This is what I have to offer.

Take it or leave it,

pick it up and look it over or kick it onto its side.

Shove some dirt in its eyes so it becomes blind,

Damn it, set it on fire if you must.

But do not pretend that you cannot see it.

Do not ever tell me that it is not there.

Because I can see it, and just because your eyes have not yet adjusted to its light does not mean you have the right to attempt to extinguish it.

I have a pen and paper in my hands,

the stars up above.

I do not need you to tell me that who I am is not real.

Because it is to me,

and I'd like to discover your's too.

Show me what's behind that mask.

The face you make before you get the chance to cover up.

Just pry yourself open and show me inside.

I was always taught never to leave a mess behind.

So wipe that frown off your face,

and do not complain about the dark when you have refused to open your eyes to the light.

And it is in that moment when we take off our masks and look up at the sky,

we know longer feel the need to pry.