I have always pondered the authenticity of self hence….
I am Me in a sea of Us,
Defined by many years of nurturing by Them,
Me, was never taught to be satisfied with Me.
I was educated, by Them to proudly become Us,
In so obeying, my freedom seemed robbed,
As They made Me feel ohhhh! so, inadequate, without perscribed symbols of power,
Wanting me to,
Look like this
Think like this
Talk like this
Dress like this
Live like this
All with a view for Me to
Abandon Me to become Them
An evolving concept, shaped by the speed of technology.
When I cant be this unattainable silhouette,
I am left in the dark clutches of depression
I am now relegated to nothingness
Now locked in what seems like a moment in a parenthesis
Emptiness swallows my soul.
Me, painstakingly, with every trembling effort
Climbs out, to
My world around me,
From all of this then
Emerges the Freedom of Me.
April 18, 2016