Word is bond
On my mama
On my son
that ain’t me
You’re mistaken; Perhaps you
Confused me with him over there
Or she standing near
– We have the same name,
– but our walk ain’t the same
I assure you.
The Devil is a lie!
But, I …
Visit the past
Read through my jacket
Check my bedpost for tallies
Ask people, they knew me.
I partied, I drank, I said
let their be WHIN’ing if there’s no Rum & Coke
But it’s deeper.
I was teased & rejected
Deemed flawed to the standards of those of standard issue
Unable to match my “me-ness” to their “expected-ness”
Falling short of a goal I never knew I had
Functioning in the realm of: “You tell me who I be”
So I can morph and take on that burden
Of … The kid with the annoying voice so I’m self-conscious
Of … The kid with the crooked jaw so I’m never filmed
Of … The kid who acts white – so I get gully!
Of … The kid who has health issues others can’t see so I deem myself a liar
Of … The kid who is molested and simply wants their power back
Who looks at a baby picture and longs to reset
To be born-again
Receive life for the first time, through the lungs
Lady. You’ve got the wrong person.
It’s not me.