A teenage boy desperate to be seen.

can you see me

SLAM POERTY (CAN YOU SEE ME)

Look I am waving, no, I am standing in Front you wearing blue, you don't see me? Ok. Anyway, I am the teenage boy with a voice and a microphone, that's not something you are you used to right? I know it's not your favorite color but I wanted to truly voice out my thoughts without you choosing the costume I wear, by the way I love blue, I love the way it brings out my confidence and tickles my desire to stand up for myself, I love blue.. all my life I have been told I have to choose between the color black and white forgetting that there is other colors at the corner waiting for me to explore, but what fascinates me the most is that even the white that has been chosen for me'' suffocates my thoughts and burgs into my mind like a bad day at class..

Speaking of class why do I always feel so left out, so squeezed out of my creativities and capabilities. don't get me wrong I condone the concept of education, but I thought this was meant to be a medium to finally discover who I am, instead I am shaped to be what society wants me to be, and I am molded into my parents favorite ball.. I am deflated to be pumped up just to be part of a system that builds sheep's instead of leaders. But if you shut down my voice how you would know what my intellects craves for. My passion is been decided for me, I am like a robot with a soul, programmed to obey the system and oiled up to be their perfect crystal.

So I ask a again do you see me, my only rebellion is that I am asking to be seen so that I can see who I am, without having to get high to be noticed or drink to be on the same boat with your analogies, without having to be a black sheep, painted white by you so that your friends and family can see how brilliant and well behaved this young sheep is, I do not want to have to run away from you, I need you to see me..

I need you to see that you can trust me to choose the right part for me, I need you to understand that I am a teenage boy with a passion to do what makes me smile, I need you to acknowledge when I am been choked up and realize that I cannot be has smart has you always want me to be, I need you to accept that that first place does not define who I am, because leaders are not made by what is writing on a sheet of paper but are developed by identifying their weaknesses and their strengths so that we are able to achieve our own goals and be whatever we want to be and still make you proud. I need you to know today that I would become a leader tomorrow; I would become an example to my own children. But before that is possible I need you to see me.

I know you love me, but if you only give me wings that are defined by your dreams, you would never see me fly to the direction of my dream.

So please, i ask again, can you see me?