I am many things,
But I am not dumb
I make mistakes
—I am human
I am clumsy and I fall down at times
Maybe accident prone
But this world on my shoulders
is getting too heavy to hold
I wear my heart on my sleeve
—A hopeless romantic,
But I am strong;
Only weak when I’m afraid to be wrong
I am cautious
…to a limit
But don’t yell “caution”,
I might choose not to hear it
Because I am rebellious when restricted
My life—I live it the best I can
I want to be grounded where I stand
Yet free as a bird
…But I won’t fly high
I won’t relive your mistakes;
I value my life
I am a singer,
Though my voice can use some work
A poet—
Although I only use short words
My mind is far from simple
I am complex to the core
That’s why I can’t find my way out of an open door
But I’ll find my own way
I don’t need your assistance
And that’s why I’m always resisting
to grab a chance when I can,
But I CAN because I am able
And I am able because I am your daughter
And I am many things,
But I am not dumb…
I have yet to get this thing started because my mind is complex and I haven’t got a clue where to start.
I am a lover of music—Hip Hop, mostly, and I am a poet—or I was when my life had more drama. Oh, and I sing and write lyrics occasionally. All of these I do for myself, which is why I have decided to remain anonymous. I don’t like the idea of personalizing my emotions on the internet, but I know some of you dudes are clever. If you pay attention, it ain’t hard to tell. ;p
Who will be the first to figure out who I am?
My pen hasn’t touched the pad in a few months
More than 2 months…almost three.
Inspiration, I’ve got plenty
So much to say, so deep the meaning
That I can’t even put them into words
Nor can I speak them aloud
My heart won’t allow me to illustrate my sentiment in
similes and metaphors
For the simple fact that there are no similes or metaphors to explain this
No words of mine could ever perfect any explanation of my emotions
Yet here I am trying for the millionth time
…and I draw a blank.
To be continued…
