Bruises, cuts, scars, hurt.
Sadness, pain, depression,
Feelings so familiar
Feelings so common
Feelings so known to me
Caring, wishing, hoping, praying
That I could be better
Dreaming of being better
Thinking to myself: "Who am I?"
"What am I to the world?"
The harsh words, the evil glares,
The gossip, the critiques
These are all part of my endurance
My daily dose of medicine
My own sad reality.
Every single person around me
Tries to classify me as a thing
They treat me as a product
A certain item
That can be placed in a box
And be given a certain label
A label, a tag, a name
That they can easily define.
They think that I am an image
A picture that they can crop or resize
To fit their idea of who I am
Of who they think I am.
People around me see my background,
My class, my style,
My hair, my skin
My speech, my posture
As a clear representation
Of the person that I am.
They represent their own theory
Their own thoughts of me.
Acting like they know me
Acting like they can characterise me.
Acting like they know every aspect
Of my life, my experiences,
My own personality.
They look at the outer appearance
And judge me immediately
For what they see
For what they portray me as.
Name calling, scrutinizing,
Judging, misinterpreting.
That's what I get
That's what I receive
For not being a perfect replica
Of what they see as normal.
They treat me like a vas
A vas that they can smash
And break into tiny pieces.
They treat me as if I am a plant
A dying plant with shrivelled leaves
That they can easily tear up
And break.
Well.................they are wrong.
Utterly, completely wrong.
I am a human.
I am somebody.
I am an individual with a brain.
A brain infused with knowledge
A brain infused with ideas
A brain infused with creativity.
I am a person and I am who I am.
No word, no phrase
No term, no single metaphor
Can easily define me.
Define me as a living being.
It is all because there's no way
No single way to categorize me as.
I am not a statement
That one can make an example of.
I am not a piece of material
That they can name or label
I am not someone
That can easily be defined.
I am not a thing
That can be confined to one element.
I am different, I am unique.
I am extraordinary, I am amazing
And best of all, I am special.
A special kind of human
That can't be cloned or found anywhere else.
I am hard to understand.
I am hard to figure out.
Nobody can clearly say
That they know me
That they know everything
That is to know about me
Cause they will never be me.
They will never spend a day
Walking in my shoes.
That is why they try to crush me.
They try to hurt me but I heal quickly.
They try to put me down
But I hold my head up high.
They try to shoot me down
With their weapons of mass destruction
But I won't fall.
Cause I am strong, I am rock solid
I am bullet-proof, I am stone hard.
I am untouchable, undefeated
Unstoppable and indestructible.
They can say what they want
Preach what they want
Curse all they want.
But at the end their words
Their despicable words
Will mean absolutely nothing.
They try to ruin me
Because they already know.
I am a champion climbing to the top
While they are at the bottom
Looking at me with envy
Because they can't be me.
I am a powerful.
I am amazing.
I am unforgettable.
I am unbreakable.
YOU ARE READING
Naked
Poetry"The truth is better scripted than hidden!" This is a collection of poems that I wrote in my youth inspired by the many emotions and phenomenon entrenched in my thoughts. My vision is to inspire, enlighten and empower.
