When I look into that reflective glass above the sink I no longer see an image that other people painted of me out of stereotypes and misinterpreted hints.
I finally see something I recognize.
I see a boy with short hair shaved above the ears.
I see a boy smiling at what's looking back at him.
I see an image I painted for myself.
I see a self portrait made of pain and happiness and smiles and frowns and tears and laughter and memories shared among a few people.
I see him not her I see he not she I see me
I see a poet with a smile made of lyrics written down on paper from the past few years of amazing talents finally seen by the rest of the world.
I see someone who is finally happy with who they are and someone who isn't afraid to shout to the world who I am
I am me I see me.
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryA poetry book compiled of my latest poems for within the last year.
