On streets.

note: an old poem i felt deserved to be edited


I'm not the gray stain on your shirt.
Not the girl that makes you hurt.
Not the one that cannot cry.
I can look straight in your eye.

I'm stronger every day that's born,
Smarter every day that's worn,
Wiser than I was before,
Not a loser, not a bore.
If you can't see that I am me,
That I'm all that I want to be,
I know my skin and know my tears
I know my hopes, my dreams, my fears,

Then maybe you should leave me be,
Turn that stare away from me,
That sees me as I place in seat
Or step, no weary head, on streets,
Your quick stare and jealous smirk
Can no longer make me hurt.

Say your words and I will smile,
I am strong, you're in denial.
Take my hand so you can stand,
And I will never push you down.
I'm all that I want to be--
All I do and all I see
Is everything inside my hand
At my fingertip's command,
Take your hand and I'll caress,
Gently on your soft pink flesh,
Comfort in the form of take,

This confidence is for your sake.